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NTNadezhda Torsogoevanadejjdahope · 16 Δεκ 2018Διάβασμα

America... A word that holds so many warm memories, hitting you from head to toe like a tsunami in moments of nostalgia. I am sure that for everyone, the Work and Travel trip became a turning point in their life. We became more responsible, hardworking, tolerant, mature, less squeamish, and most importantly, we learned to value time and not waste it. Tiring flights to NYC with a seven-hour layover in Helsinki, two days without sleep were definitely worth it to finally end up in the capital of the world! NYC, I love you – that's what I wanted to scream at that moment. Those huge skyscrapers majestically reaching into the sky, that yellow taxi honking from everywhere, those endless crowds of tourists curiously looking at the sights, those blinding lights of the sleepless Times Square. That is how NYC appeared to me. At some point, I felt like the heroine of a movie about a girl from a small Siberian town who ended up in the center of a crazy metropolis in search of adventure. By the way, she did manage to find those adventures) After wandering around NYC and spending the night at Starbucks, we headed to the bus station, where a bus picked us up to Lake George. It is a small town where Americans come to have a quiet, peaceful vacation. There are picturesque forests, wild nature, and most importantly, Lake George, or as it is otherwise called, the "queen of American lakes," the main charm of the town. But besides natural beauties, the town was not deprived of entertainment for every taste and color: here you can find museums, amusement parks, boat tours, parasailing behind a speedboat, a huge number of restaurants, bars, cafes, and every Thursday they held live concerts in the local park. At the beginning of the season, there was an unreal "Bike week". Throughout the week, the city streets were filled with the coolest motorcycles, from classic retro styles to modern models. The roar of the engine, spreading throughout the city, thrilled to the bones. And at the end of the season, we were awaited by the "Car Show", an event dedicated to cars. What a sight! Americans know how to relax and have fun. Speaking of Americans. Their smile is not that forced after all) I noticed that they assume every person is good by default, and until you ruin the impression of yourself, be kind, accept their smile and smile back. That's how it works in America) You actually get used to their mentality quickly, or rather to their boundless politeness and constant "excuse me" and "have a good day". Also, Americans are generous with compliments. Once at the supermarket checkout, a nice girl told me: "I really like your outfit!", which slightly embarrassed me, and at the same time it was pleasant. Well, I'm not used to compliments from strangers))) "Your English is so good" or "Oh, such a beautiful handwriting" – that's what you could also hear) There are not that many overweight people there, and in general, I consider this the most common myth. Americans play sports, watch their health, maybe not everyone, but the majority. I worked all summer as a housekeeper in a small hotel right on the shore of the lake. Sometimes ducks helped clean the rooms, curiously walking along the terrace and looking into all the doors. Besides me, other students worked there too. Someone from Turkey, someone from Albania, someone from Georgia, someone from Kazakhstan. A real cultural exchange) In our free time, we went to the beach, to the movies, or just walked along the cozy streets of Lake George. But something stuck in my memory the most. The day we managed to get free tickets and go to the "Great Escape" amusement park. It was something! We arrived 3 hours before closing and decided that we would only ride the attractions with the red "maximum thrill" label. A childhood dream came true. How I screamed, and not so much from fear as from the emotions overflowing me. The Americans themselves sat with a stone face, and the children rode several times in a row. But one time w

OOOralbek Otegulovjohnfkennedy · 29 Νοε 2015Διάβασμα

America was created for everyone and it is full of fun. You can live there as you want. Of course under the American laws. You have the rights and duties. If you are under 21, you can’t drink alcohol. It’s prohibited by Federal law. During my trip in America I found a lot of friends from different countries of the world. Most of my friends are from Bulgaria, Ukraine, Moldova, Romania and Turkey etc. We are still keeping in touch. Some of them invited me to see their countries. And I decided to write something about them. The first person who I met in Rehoboth Beach was Mirela Balan – helpful Balkan girl. She is very friendly, intelligent, attractive, beautiful and clever. She is from Romania and she has been living in America for some years. When I was working in Corner Grille as kitchen assistant, she also worked there as waitress. She is really nice person and true friend. I dream to see her again and I believe that my dream will come true in one day… Rehoboth Beach is full of students from all over the world. We meet most of them on the street, on buses, in churches. The next friends I met were Monika Mageranova and Didi Ilieva from Bulgaria. We met while we were going to the Walmart supermarket. Monika helped me choose a phone. Before that, I walked around for 3-4 days without a phone. Yes, walking without a phone is not an easy task. At this moment, I realized that our lives are completely tied to mobile phones. When we are in our country, if something happens, we immediately run to the phone. Following this habit, I also reached for the phone in my pocket, took it in my hand, and only after looking at the screen did I realize that it couldn't help me here. Only then did I wake up. Even though there were people all around, I felt lonely. I really had no one there. I didn't even have a phone with Wi-Fi to access the internet. Others at least had these phones. But I had nothing at all. The French language, which I had been struggling to learn for years, was of no use. My only weapon in my hand was the English language. From this moment on, I realized that it is a very powerful weapon. Only when I mastered this weapon freely did my life improve. Yes, English is truly the most powerful weapon in the world. If every Kazakh child masters this weapon perfectly, no enemy can defeat us. I met many people in America. It is impossible to write about all of them individually. I will only briefly touch upon the most noteworthy ones. One of the people who left a special impression on me was a Kosovar girl, Arjeta Zabeli. I met her on August 20, 2014, when I went to the state of Pennsylvania. - Hi! - Hi! - What’s your name? - Arjeta. - Oralbek. - Nice to meet you! - Nice to meet you too! Where are you from? - Kosova. - Kosova? Oh, really? - Yes… Do you know Kosova? - Yes, I know Kosova. - Where is it? - It’s in Balkan Peninsula. Between Serbia, Albania, Montenegro and Macedonia. She was wondered and said: “You are the first person who knows Kosova. Nobody knows Kosova here”. - I know. It’s new country… That’s why most of people don’t know about it. - How do you know Kosova? - I like politics. I know your President Ibrahim …(I couldn’t remember his last name) - Ibrahim? Our President is woman…. - I know. Your first President… Who was his last name…? - Do you mean Ibrahim Rugova? - Yes! Ibrahim Rugova. He was very nice person… She was very surprised when she found out that I also knew about Ibrahim Rugova. Because even about Kazakhstan, which gained independence in 1991, many people in America do not know much, let alone Kosova, which gained independence only in 2008. If they know, they only know from movies. Yes, Ibrahim Rugova was indeed a good person. But he did not live to see his country gain independence. He passed away 2 years before independence, in 2006, at the age of 61. I never thought I would meet people from a small country located on the Balkan Peninsula in America. I met such a pure creation of nature for the first time in

TATogzhan Amankeldib2ab27 · 9 Ιαν 2023Διάβασμα

Hello everyone! My name is Togzhan Amankeldy. I am 21 years old now. I don't have a particularly interesting story about student exchange programs, but I will tell you how I entered a foreign university after graduating from school. Since childhood, I dreamed of studying abroad and traveling to different countries. After finishing school at 17, having discussed it with my mother and made a decision, I enrolled in Sakarya University in Turkey. Initially, it was incredibly scary for a 17-year-old girl to go abroad alone without her parents. But now, at 21, I realize that the decision to go study abroad was one of the most correct and important ones in my life, which ultimately taught me to be patient, helped expand my knowledge, meet people of different cultures, and gain invaluable experience in student life and my future adult life. November 2018 was my first year, my first experience in Turkey; it was my Foundation year. I studied Turkish at a language school to later pursue my education at my university. The language school was called Tomer, and only foreigners studied there. As a 17-year-old girl, everything was interesting to me; I learned about so many different cultures and nations from Africa, Europe, Central Asia, and East Asia. And in that language school, without even knowing it, I made friends with someone who opened America to me. His name is Adel; he is Turkish by nationality but was born and lives in Canada. At the beginning of our acquaintance, Adel and I didn't know which country each of us came from. At first, we had casual conversations, which eventually grew into friendship. Our close-knit group consisted of me, a girl from Kazakhstan, and friends from Albania, Iraq, and Canada. It was incredibly interesting for us to be together, as we learned something new about each other every day: what they eat in our countries, what the strangest dishes and drinks are, what the most beautiful places to visit are, etc. The most frustrating thing was that almost 80% of my acquaintances knew nothing about my country, let alone where Kazakhstan is located. This, of course, put me in an awkward position, but every time, I told them about my Motherland with interest. One day, Adel suggested we meet at a cafe to eat and have coffee, and I, of course, gladly agreed. During the meeting, Adel often talked about how his parents wanted him to learn Turkish. I was terribly curious to find out for what purpose his parents wanted this so much. As it turned out later, I learned that Adel was Turkish by nationality, which shocked me, but thanks to this unexpected fact, we had a long conversation. He talked a lot about life in Canada and America, mentioned what interesting dishes and products they have, how they live there, and periodically compared the two countries; sometimes I talked about Kazakhstan and compared the countries as well. There was even an incident when I decided to invite my friends to dinner and gave them the opportunity to try our national dishes—a meat dish called Et tamak, a fermented milk product called kurt, our domestic "Kazakhstan" chocolate, and other local products. Of course, my friends were somewhat surprised that we eat horse meat. Oh, we all laughed so much. Like any young people, my friends and I often said, "Well, in our country it's like this, but in Turkey, it's different," and everyone laughed at our comparisons, as we understood that every country has its own mentality, traditions, rules, pros, and cons. In short, the 9-10 months of study at the language school flew by in a flash. We received our certificates, and it was time to part ways. Adel flew to Canada, and I stayed in Turkey to continue my studies in a bachelor's program. Recalling and writing my story, I realize how full of enthusiasm and energy we were, how we strived for everything new, and how our whole close-knit group dreamed. Perhaps you are wondering why I am talking about this in the past tense?! You know, when a person gets older,

TATogzhan Amankeldib2ab27 · 9 Ιαν 2023Διάβασμα

Hello everyone! My name is Togzhan Amankeldy. I am 21 years old now. I don't have an interesting story about student exchange programs, but I will tell you how I enrolled in a foreign university after finishing school. Since childhood I had a dream to study abroad, to travel to different countries. After finishing school at 17, after discussing with my mother and making the decision, I enrolled in Turkey, at Sakarya University. At first it was insanely scary for a 17-year-old girl to go alone to study abroad without her parents accompanying her. But now, when I am already 21, I understand that the decision to go study abroad was one of the right and most important in my life, which ultimately taught me to be patient, helped expand my knowledge, meet people of different cultures, and gain extremely important broad experience in student life and in later adult life. The year 2018, it was November, my first year, my first experience in Turkey, it was the Foundation year. I studied Turkish at a language school in order to later receive education at my university. The language school was called Tomer, only foreigners studied there. As a 17-year-old girl everything was interesting to me; I learned about so many different cultures and so many different nationalities from countries of Africa and Europe, Central Asia, and East Asia. And in this language school I, without knowing it myself, befriended a person who opened America to me. His name is Adel; by nationality he is Turkish, but he was born and lives in Canada. At the beginning of our acquaintance, Adel and I did not know who had arrived from which country. At first we had ordinary communication, which in the end grew into friendship. Our friendly group consisted of me, a girl from Kazakhstan, and friends from Albania, Iraq and Canada. We were immensely interested together, because we learned something new about each other every day: what people eat in our countries, what the strangest dishes and drinks are, what the most beautiful places to visit are, etc. The most upsetting thing was that almost 80% of my acquaintances knew nothing about my country, let alone where Kazakhstan is located. This, of course, put me in an awkward position, but each time I told them about my homeland with interest. One day Adel suggested we meet at a cafe, eat, drink coffee, and I of course gladly agreed. During the meeting Adel often said how his parents want him to learn Turkish. I was terribly curious to find out for what purpose his parents so strongly wished this. As it turned out later, I learned that Adel is ethnically Turkish, which shocked me, but thanks to this unexpected fact a long conversation started between us; he talked a lot about life in Canada, America, he spoke about what interesting dishes and products they have, how they live there and periodically compared the two countries; sometimes I talked about Kazakhstan and compared the countries as well. There was even an occasion when I decided to invite my friends to dinner and gave them the opportunity to try our national dishes — the meat dish Et tamak, the fermented milk product kurt, our domestic chocolate "Kazakhstan" and other domestic products; of course, my friends were somewhat surprised that we eat horsemeat. Ah, we all laughed. Like any young people, my friends and I often said "in our country it's like this, and in Turkey it's different" and everyone laughed at our comparison, because they understood that every country has its own mentality, its own traditions, rules, its pros and cons. In short, 9–10 months of study at the language school flew by lightning fast. We received our certificates and the time to part came. Adel flew to Canada, and I stayed in Turkey to continue my studies at the university for my bachelor's degree. I remember and write my story, I understand how full of enthusiasm and energy we were, how much we strove for everything new and dreamed as a whole friendly group. You are probably thinking, why am

NTNadezhda Torsogoevanadejjdahope · 16 Δεκ 2018Διάβασμα

America.... A word that holds so many warm memories, catching you from head to toe like a tsunami in moments of nostalgia. I'm sure that for everyone the trip on Work and Travel became a turning point in their life. We became more responsible, more hardworking, more tolerant, more mature, less squeamish, and most importantly, we learned to value time, and not waste it. Tiring flights to NY with a seven-hour layover in Helsinki, two days without sleep were definitely worth it to finally end up in the capital of the world! NY, I love you – that’s what I wanted to shout at that moment. Those huge skyscrapers majestically stretching into the sky, that yellow taxi honking from everywhere, those inexhaustible crowds of tourists curiously inspecting the sights, those blinding lights of the sleepless Times Square. That was how NY appeared to me. At one point I felt like the heroine of a film about a girl from a small Siberian town who found herself in the center of a crazy metropolis in search of adventures. By the way, she did manage to find those adventures) After wandering around NY and spending a night in Starbucks, we went to the bus station, from where a bus picked us up to Lake George. It is a small town where Americans come to spend a calm, quiet vacation. Around are picturesque forests, wild nature, and most importantly, Lake George, or as it is otherwise called ”queen of American lakes”, the main charm of the town. But besides natural beauties, the town was not lacking entertainment for every taste and color: here you can find museums, amusement parks, steamboat excursions, parasailing behind a boat, a huge number of restaurants, bars, cafes, and also every Thursday they held live concerts in the local park. At the beginning of the season an unreal “Bike week” took place. During the week the town's streets were filled with the coolest motorcycles, from classic retro style to modern models. The roar of the engine, spreading throughout the town, stirred one to the bone. And at the end of the season we were awaited by the “Car Show”, an event already dedicated to cars. Quite a spectacle! Americans sure know how to rest and have fun. Speaking of Americans. Their smile isn't that forced) I noticed that they consider every person good by default, and until you ruin their impression of you, be kind, accept their smile and smile back. That's how it works in America) You actually get used to their mentality quickly, or rather to their boundless politeness and constant “excuse me” and “have a good day”. Americans also don't skimp on compliments. Once at the checkout in a supermarket a sweet girl told me: "I really like your outfit!", which slightly embarrassed me and at the same time was pleasant. Well, I'm not used to compliments from strangers))) "Your English is so good" or "Oh, such a beautiful handwriting" — those are things you could also hear) There aren't that many overweight people there, and in general I consider that the most common myth. Americans play sports, watch their health, maybe not all, but the majority. All summer I worked as a housekeeper in a small hotel right on the lake shore. Sometimes little ducks, curiously walking along the terrace and peeking into every door, helped to clean the rooms. Besides me, other students also worked there. Someone from Turkey, someone from Albania, someone from Georgia, someone from Kazakhstan. A real cultural exchange) In our free time we went to the beach, to the movies, or just strolled along the cozy streets of Lake George. But one thing I remember most. The day when we managed to get free tickets and go to the amusement park “Great Escape”. It was something else! We came three hours before closing and decided that we would ride only on attractions with a red label "maximum thrill". A childhood dream came true. How I screamed, and not so much from fear as from the emotions flooding me. The Americans themselves sat with stone faces, and the children rode several times in a row.