Here are some random stories from my past couple of weeks!!!
STORY #1: I live more out in the country. I don't technically live in "Moscow" - I live 20 minutes away from it. I live in a little countryside called Petrovo Dalyene. I went on a walk down by a river to think and read my scriptures when this elderly man came up to me and we had a conversation....well kind of. I was speaking in English and he was speaking in Russian, hahaha.
Me: "Wow, you smell of booze!"
STORY #1: I live more out in the country. I don't technically live in "Moscow" - I live 20 minutes away from it. I live in a little countryside called Petrovo Dalyene. I went on a walk down by a river to think and read my scriptures when this elderly man came up to me and we had a conversation....well kind of. I was speaking in English and he was speaking in Russian, hahaha.
Me: "Wow, you smell of booze!"Old Man: "Da" (yes in Russian)
Me: "You know alcohol is bad for you?"
Old Man: "Da"
He then started making shooting noises and demonstrating shooting a gun. So our conversation got unto WWII.
Me: "World War II huh? Must have been rough."
Old Man: *replies in Russian*
Me: "Yeah, it was rough for everyone. My grandpa fought in the war. He was in Japan."
Old Man: *still speaking good ole Russian!*
Me: "Yeah he even got shot! He received the purple heart."
Old Man: *....and he still just keeps replying in Russian hahaha*
This went on for about 30 minutes...and I loved every single minute, haha!
This went on for about 30 minutes...and I loved every single minute, haha!
Eventually I told him I needed to go, so I got up and waved goodbye. I was really cut off guard cause he came in and gave me a hug and then kissed me on the cheek (not in a creepy way - its a way to say hello/goodbye to a friend). Can I tell you guys that talking to this old man made my day? :)
STORY #2: SOOOO...between 2-3:45 pm, we teach 7-8 year olds at the main school and two days in a row, none of them showed up. I ran into Svetta and asked her what was up with that and she told me all the kids dropped. What???! Hahahha, ok was anyone going to let me know about this? Anyways, I told my coordinator about it and she called me later that day and informed me that all the kids decided to drop because their Russian teacher decided to give them the option to either go to English class OR go play outside....what kid is going to choose class?! And then also parents found out that we were Latter-day Saints (Mormons) and didn't like that. It "scared" them (well, look at me. I am pretty scary... haha) We still have our kindergarten and basic reading class....just no more 1st grade. I teach adorable kids at the kindergarten and I am loving it :) So, 1st grade class..all I have to say is I LOVE BEING A LATTER-DAY SAINT and THANK YOU for less teaching hours! Hey, gotta look at the bright side, right? :)
ps. WE ARE STILL TEACHING VOVA!!! so no worries!!! more Vova stories will be coming your way soon! Vova is AWESOME cause he DIDN'T DROP! WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
STORY #3: Well, on Friday there was a huge teacher celebration and of course, being Russians, the teachers were drinking. We live on a floor of mostly empty dorms. We occupy 2 rooms and then next door to us lives the handy-man/custodian of the school named Sasha. He's pretty cool and very nice, but on Friday, he was HAMMERED. I really wanted to go to bed, but it was almost 1 AM and Sasha and his friend were singing really loud out in the hallway. We had to lock our doors because one came in and told us, "Go home Americans!" - hahhaha. I was so tired.... they kept knocking on our door and trying to sing to us. It was funny cause the next day I saw him and he was like, "HELLO!!!!"
STORY #2: SOOOO...between 2-3:45 pm, we teach 7-8 year olds at the main school and two days in a row, none of them showed up. I ran into Svetta and asked her what was up with that and she told me all the kids dropped. What???! Hahahha, ok was anyone going to let me know about this? Anyways, I told my coordinator about it and she called me later that day and informed me that all the kids decided to drop because their Russian teacher decided to give them the option to either go to English class OR go play outside....what kid is going to choose class?! And then also parents found out that we were Latter-day Saints (Mormons) and didn't like that. It "scared" them (well, look at me. I am pretty scary... haha) We still have our kindergarten and basic reading class....just no more 1st grade. I teach adorable kids at the kindergarten and I am loving it :) So, 1st grade class..all I have to say is I LOVE BEING A LATTER-DAY SAINT and THANK YOU for less teaching hours! Hey, gotta look at the bright side, right? :)ps. WE ARE STILL TEACHING VOVA!!! so no worries!!! more Vova stories will be coming your way soon! Vova is AWESOME cause he DIDN'T DROP! WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
STORY #3: Well, on Friday there was a huge teacher celebration and of course, being Russians, the teachers were drinking. We live on a floor of mostly empty dorms. We occupy 2 rooms and then next door to us lives the handy-man/custodian of the school named Sasha. He's pretty cool and very nice, but on Friday, he was HAMMERED. I really wanted to go to bed, but it was almost 1 AM and Sasha and his friend were singing really loud out in the hallway. We had to lock our doors because one came in and told us, "Go home Americans!" - hahhaha. I was so tired.... they kept knocking on our door and trying to sing to us. It was funny cause the next day I saw him and he was like, "HELLO!!!!"
Oh my gosh these stories are hilarious.
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