Waking up at 4, driving to Sheremetyevo, then a flight to Borispol,
Kiev, almost five hours there and a flight to Sofia at last.
It's been about two weeks since I arrived at the smallest airport ever. Sofia, Bulgaria.Two hours on a bus to the university and a run to the main building, then back to Scapto was a torture for me after the trip.
The day was difficult, but it seems so far away now. I've done so many things and visited so many places during the week, not mentioning the number of people I met. Sometimes you even get acquainted with a person several times. But there is a company we managed to make up, and I can tell you there are two Russians (including me), two students from Slovakia, an American (sometimes two of them), and a Spanish Guy.
Now it's the third week of classes. I have an English Professor wearing bandana ans saying "Where's my desk, man?!' at the beginning of the lesson, an IR Professor from America having Italian family name. Two more Professors were very good too, but there's one who managed to make me think of my school algebra lessons as of the best ever. Statistics. You could fall asleep in ten minutes because of the subject, but taking into account Professor's manner of speaking you can hardly take five.
What else?.. The university life can teach you a lot of things about different people of different nations.
It can teach you to be patient and stay silent in the Introduction to Politics class, when a girl from Georgia says Russia attacked Georgia in 2008 because "they want to conquer the world".
But not taking into account such accidents and HUGE homework it's great.
Classes, parties,homework, karaoke, sticker games, watching football in Prego (Real Madrid - Barcelona), weekend trips and evening walks are so much fun :P
"He's not a man, he's a Male. He lives in an undisclosed location in North America (in the hearts and minds of children). He sings, but he's not famous because of that. He has a lot of friends, who are different species from him. Bugs make his favourite food *bzzzzz*. He's Winnie-the-Pooh. " :D (c) Michael Rieger
Bathroom Man (c) Toni (Antonio de Benito Hernandez actually, but I know he doesn't like his full name very much)
Alzbeta-stop-talking! (c) Ondro
It's been about two weeks since I arrived at the smallest airport ever. Sofia, Bulgaria.Two hours on a bus to the university and a run to the main building, then back to Scapto was a torture for me after the trip.
The day was difficult, but it seems so far away now. I've done so many things and visited so many places during the week, not mentioning the number of people I met. Sometimes you even get acquainted with a person several times. But there is a company we managed to make up, and I can tell you there are two Russians (including me), two students from Slovakia, an American (sometimes two of them), and a Spanish Guy.
Now it's the third week of classes. I have an English Professor wearing bandana ans saying "Where's my desk, man?!' at the beginning of the lesson, an IR Professor from America having Italian family name. Two more Professors were very good too, but there's one who managed to make me think of my school algebra lessons as of the best ever. Statistics. You could fall asleep in ten minutes because of the subject, but taking into account Professor's manner of speaking you can hardly take five.
What else?.. The university life can teach you a lot of things about different people of different nations.
It can teach you to be patient and stay silent in the Introduction to Politics class, when a girl from Georgia says Russia attacked Georgia in 2008 because "they want to conquer the world".
But not taking into account such accidents and HUGE homework it's great.
Classes, parties,
"He's not a man, he's a Male. He lives in an undisclosed location in North America (in the hearts and minds of children). He sings, but he's not famous because of that. He has a lot of friends, who are different species from him. Bugs make his favourite food *bzzzzz*. He's Winnie-the-Pooh. " :D (c) Michael Rieger
Bathroom Man (c) Toni (Antonio de Benito Hernandez actually, but I know he doesn't like his full name very much)
Alzbeta-stop-talking! (c) Ondro
and after almost four weeks I finally took a picture in front of the Main Building
P.S. and I wrote it in English as don't have Russian keyboard (which is so irritating sometimes)
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