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ASAdemi Seiilkhanovaademi.erbazina · 7 ene 2023Leer

The future is in the hands of the youth! This is why it is so important for young people to receive an education, gain experience, and serve their country. There are many programs for youth to study abroad and gain experience in the country, including Bolashak, WAT USA, and academic mobility programs, which I consider the best. Such programs have many benefits for young people: they broaden their knowledge, enhance their experience, allow them to study the culture and language of other nations, learn to apply modern technologies in life, implement them in our country, and also make friends from other countries and become advanced citizens. My name is Ademi, I was born in the city of Aktobe, and I am currently a 3rd-year student at Zhubanov University, a prestigious educational institution in the western region. I have many hobbies for all-around development; I love reading books, watching movies, especially Marvel, watching football, and learning languages is a special pleasure for me. Since childhood, I have dreamed of studying abroad and traveling a lot. But now I am studying in Kazakhstan, so I try to make the most of the opportunities provided for a high-quality and interesting student life. Currently, I am studying in the Republic of Poland for one academic semester on a grant from the Ministry of Education and Science of the Republic of Kazakhstan. This was my first trip abroad, and I am very grateful to Allah, my parents, and the university staff for being here at this time. It was a big step for a 19-year-old dreamy girl. Here, I am not only improving my English but also learning Polish, have found many friends, broadened my horizons, and seen the culture and lifestyle of other nations. I was also a volunteer at the university; in Poland, there are many competitions and sports events for different age categories, from small preschoolers to elderly people over 70. And this also gave me ideas about the development of sports in Kazakhstan. And since we are in the EU zone, traveling to other EU countries did not cause us any problems, and I traveled with friends to countries such as France, Italy, Spain, Belgium, Germany, and the Czech Republic. During this trip, I had many new ideas, sincere emotions, and, most importantly, the thought: 'I am not going to stop at what I have achieved.' Also, for the first time in my life, I traveled on a liner, sailing across the Baltic Sea to Sweden. In Sweden, I became interested in Scandinavian culture, and this trip brought many ideas that could be implemented after seeing clean, smooth roads. One of them is the production of asphalt from waste; it is known that the country has many problems with roads, and I think that to find a solution, it is necessary to take such latest technologies and innovations from developed states as a model. And the emotions I received from the trip, especially from being at the sea for the first time, gave me special sensations; the first impression on the Baltic Sea, I fell in love with the beauty of the sea on the beach in Barcelona, Spain, and a burning love for the water world appeared. I was also in Barcelona at the Camp Nou stadium, one of my childhood dreams. I will say that over the last 3 months abroad, there have been many useful and interesting moments for me. In a month, I will return to Kazakhstan; many events have happened in my life in Poland, there were many interesting moments in our trip to Europe, and I will always remember this period of my life. And now, if I talk about why I want to participate in the WAT USA program. This program is very useful for students; I believe it is better to have more such programs so that students can not only study but also spend 3 months of vacation having fun and being productive. I have known about the WAT USA program since the 10th grade when my teacher's daughter first visited the USA, and my teacher talked about it interestingly, showed photos of her daughter, and gave me motivation that we would al

ABAktoty Bissenbaykurmanova_aaa · 15 dic 2018Leer

Oh, America, the land of opportunity. 🇺🇸 A country where everyone is kind😍, responsive😇, and cheerful. ☺️ After visiting America, I became more open, polite, and liberated. So much has happened during this time. I was planning to go to America with my friends, but only I was granted a visa. I, a girl who never walks alone and is afraid of everything, went to America😂 and found an acquaintance from my university who was also planning to go to the USA. We bought tickets to New York, then went our separate ways; it was very scary to be alone. On May 29th at 4 AM, I was standing in my city with suitcases in my hands, it was dark outside, and suddenly I got scared. The problem was housing. Yes, I had found it in advance in Aktobe, they gave me an address, but I got lost. But in the end, I found a place to stay. The whole of June was rainy and foggy, which put me in a bad mood. On my first day of work, I didn't understand anything, I was scared, I cried😂 I didn't have enough money at all, they paid very little, and I still had to pay for housing. My mom was worried, she wrote every day, and I lied to her that everything was great, that I had money, but oh my god😂😂😂 I started saving to pay for housing, started looking for a second job, barely ate because everything was expensive. I felt like a lost kitten😿 All of June I just cried and cried, I really regretted coming, I wrote to everyone, except my mom of course, to come and get me😂 But then, when I found a second job in the kitchen, I started to understand their language😂 You can't imagine, they spoke so fast that I didn't understand anything, I just walked around and smiled. But in July, thank God, I started to understand them better, I made a lot of friends, and the sun started to shine so brightly, and I started to get used to it, started to open up, socialize, and have fun with everyone❤ and I paid for the housing😂 And you know, they are very, very polite. Even when I got on the bus, I had to say thank you to the driver, have a nice day, because everyone says that, and in stores everywhere, everyone smiles, everyone helps. Every Sunday they go to the park, walk there with the whole family, and the managers are not like ours, they don't just sit there, on the contrary, they come every day, ask if I've eaten, if everything is okay. If something didn't work out, they explained it. God, I remember asking 100 times at the beginning, and they calmly explained everything to me. My advice to you: don't be afraid and go to America, your life will change 360 degrees❤️

DKDinara Kantbekkantbek_dinara · 29 nov 2015Leer

June 4th... I have already started working. At first, it was hard to adapt to the new environment and the job. In Hyannis, during the first week, we lived with some Spaniards, which an acquaintance had found for us. The house was very far from work, and the conditions were not particularly satisfactory. We planned to move out before the deadline, and the third girl was supposed to arrive the following week. One day, I suggested to Malika that we look around, knock on doors, and walk through all the houses located near work. We asked our Spanish landlady to drop us off near Dunkin Donuts. We started knocking on all the doors, asking if they had any space or if they knew anyone renting out rooms. It was fun. The Americans took it all well; some apologized and offered us to come in for tea. If a dog started barking in any house, we would immediately run away, as we didn't plan on living with pets at all. I am afraid of them. We didn't find anything. We sat down to catch our breath near a service station when suddenly some Black man started calling us over. "Hey, listen to me, come here, come here," and he started explaining that he had an apartment with a free pool in the back, a PlayStation, laundry, a treadmill, internet, and that he didn't really rent out rooms, but he needed to consult with his girlfriend. We exchanged numbers, and a few hours later he picked us up and showed us the house. We liked everything. The next week we moved in with him and started living with Jamaicans. The rent wasn't very high, considering our conditions. Gradually, I started getting used to everything and felt the desire to find a second job. At Dunkin, I worked from 5 AM to 3 PM, and the rest of the time remained free. Dunkin Donuts is a company that sells donuts, coffee, sandwiches, shakes, ice cream, etc. I mainly worked at the cash register. Plus, there were tips. June 12th... I had a day off. I found out that in the neighboring town of Harwich Port, J1 volunteers were organizing a dinner in honor of all international students in the evening. All J1 students from all countries came, got to know each other, played games, prizes were raffled off, there was delicious food, and they talked about road safety rules. It was a lot of fun. In June, they hosted two such big dinners. The second time was June 24th, and luckily for me, I was off that day too. Americans are a very friendly, smiling, and kind people. I couldn't believe my luck and that all this was happening to me. At the dinner, I met Catherine and Matt; they helped all the students when help was needed, spent time with them, and went for walks. They became very close to me and called me their daughter, "Our beautiful daughter." We went to Wrentham Village together (a paradise for shopaholics). At the second dinner, I rode with them to help with the setup and food, and in the van, I met two girls from Aktobe, Sam and June. Those were their American names. It turned out they lived not far from me with Mr. Richard, who had one big and one small dog, and a huge cat. I became friends with them, and they started inviting me over. We cooked beshbarmak and borscht. They would lock all three pets in the bathroom when I came over. Soon, Mr. Richard and I became very good friends. At the end of the summer, we went to an open-air cinema together; it was magical. We still talk on Skype every day, and he recently sent me a package. In our town, there was a special free club for students from Russia and Kazakhstan, where you just had to show your passport. On June 29th, we spent time at the club until 3 AM, and at 5 AM we had to be at the station for the earliest bus to go visit our friends Jeff and Denise in Orleans. They had cool public transport; for $2, you could travel around the entire neighboring town. And so, in 2 hours, we arrived. Jeff met us in Orleans and took us to his home in Wellfleet. All the towns were basically not far from each other by car. You can look at a map of Cape Cod; I also ha

AAAnna Akmagambetovaanna1125 · 1 feb 2015Leer

The plane's landing gear leaves the runway. Behind me are the paperwork hassles, bank queues, pre-embassy jitters, a trip across all of Kazakhstan (because it would have been too simple to just go from Aktobe to Astana and back, better to take a small detour, say, through Almaty, but that's a different story), packing (which means equipping a faithful backpack that has seen a bit too much for its kind), giving my mother valerian, convincing my father of my adequacy and independence, and early exams... And what's ahead? Holidays in America, a dream for if not every second person, then at least half of them! 12 hours on a plane is not the easiest way to spend time. You have to force your restless self to sit in one seat, changing poses from a cultured person on a plane to a bundle of clothes and a blanket (yes, it gets chilly at that altitude) asleep on the tray table. And when all the books are read (2), all the movies watched (3), all the games played, and your body has become like jelly and your shoulder has adapted to being a pillow for a snoring friend, it's hard to believe that there is land somewhere out there. Landing. Hello, America. In my head, Alicia Keys' voice automatically starts singing, competing with Frank Sinatra. This is New York. Yes, it's just the terminal for now. But there's an indescribable feeling of satisfaction, as if you crossed the Atlantic Ocean not by plane, but by jetpack. A long line at passport control. You naively assume this is the last time you'll hear so much Russian speech around you. A smiling border guard politely asks me to place my fingers one by one on the scanner for fingerprints. Whether he was used to working with foreigners who weren't always fluent in English, or he sensed the puppy-like excitement on my face, which felt like it bordered on idiocy, he didn't torture me much and quickly sent me to find my luggage. Thanking all the gods that I packed everything I needed into a small bag and could move around light, I spot my friend's huge suitcase. I had dreamed too much. From the airport, we had a road ahead to Atlantic City, New Jersey. We had planned the route back in KZ, the road went without adventures, well, except for a bunch of photos)) The only problem was when, trying to call our employer from the bus station, we tried to shove 50 cents into the machine. European ones, actually. We messed around for a long time, indignant, cursing the technology, but then, of course, we laughed heartily at our own idiocy. And now we are sitting at the empty Atlantic City station, with other students, but from somewhere in Russia. Our employer arrives. Like it or not, the USA is a country of great opportunities, great distances, big cars, and corresponding people. We signed a contract with a large company that organizes camping across the country. Good salary, free housing, overtime available, one downside—we lived in the forest on the camp grounds. A little less than an hour and we were there. Beautiful forest all around, our own (almost) lake, gym, pool, and cozy little trailers. A certain disappointment due to the considerable distance from the city is slightly softened by the news that the ocean is twenty minutes from the camp. Too bad no one clarified that it was by car. We are given bicycles. The best friends of almost every J-1 student. Or the worst enemy. Depends on how you look at it. The choice of the iron horse took place through my friend's Tatar cunning and my German doom. Choosing from the two remaining, she grabbed a presentable mountain bike, proudly shimmering in the sun. I, a person who last sat on a bike at 15, got an experienced (judging by the rust) thin-wheeled machine the color of any Barbie dress, which, as it turned out later in August, also had a flipped handlebar. But one must remember that it's like with people, you can't guess what lies behind a beautiful exterior. And so I flew like a two-wheeled Formula 1 car, while my friend's bike would have gone faster if i

АААсем Амантаеваasem.serikovna.18 · 6 ene 2023Leer

I was born and grew up in the city of Aktobe , located in the western region of Kazakhstan. Currently, I am a second-year student at Kudaibergen Zhubanov Regional University. As someone from a hospitable and cohesive society, travelling and understanding a culture is always the topic of my interest that makes me aware of my community as well as other communities that are different to mine. I, therefore, devote my spare time to exploring various community related things that allow me immersive experience in relevance to this. As someone in the growing up phase in life, a youth, I have had travelled a few parts of my country and developed an unyielding desire for a Student Exchange Program recently. As far as now, I have no success at such an opportunity. Although not being fortunate enough, I see the student exchange program as a very beneficial chapter that a person can experience in their university episode of life. It is indeed a remarkable opportunity to be a participant in the phase. Having the access to such a program would possibly be a once in a lifetime opportunity to better my knowledge in many things, ideally, the cultures thousands of miles away and a global level confidence and knowledge on many things. Throughout my lifetime, I travelled within the country on several occasions, on various purposes: to visit friends, to study, comprehending various cultural elements, as well as for adventure and unwinding. In my opinion, I believe travelling is part of a transition to adulthood; enhancing the knowledge of surroundings, possibly the most efficient route in gaining immense knowledge of the world of things and culture. In a nutshell, I regard this as an expansion of the education process to acquaint myself with numerous unknown. Of course, there are no particular definitions of youth traveling, my opinion as it is. One of my most recent travelling episode that I would like to share herein is my travel in 2022. A youth travelling program organized by the Friedrich Ebert Foundation, where I went to Almaty, Kazakhstan’s largest metropolis, to participate in a forum. The length of the trip was very short, about 3 days. I went there along with others, mostly my friends and some strangers of my age; we were not accompanied by our parents. What was the most interesting there that it was my first time on a plane. As I walked up the ramp to the entrance of the plane, the butterflies came in the pit of my stomach. A strong and strange sensation of agitation appeared in me. It was as if my legs would collapse at any moment of that time. This is notably the experience which I could never forget. Oh! Good heavens! Little did I know that I was scared of heights until the plane took off. Aargh! Not only that, it was my first-time unaccompanied travel, too. The nervousness and fear cast over my eyes to the deep in my soul. Never before the state of my mind and soul had gone through such feelings as I bordered the plane. In order to boost myself out of this, rolled my eyes and I said with a teeny-weeny smile to my own feelings: get out of my way! Interestingly enough, it worked! Little time after, I felt more comfortable by being there than ever before. All the negativities were replaced with positivity, so were the feelings and emotions that I had. The most astonishing part of the experience so far was yet to happen; the discovery of my plane seat. Zoinks! Holy Smokes! Luckily enough, my seat was reserved by the window. From there I could enjoy the absolutely fantastic panoramic view of the downtown of my hometown. A captivating, magnificent photographic look that filled my heart with happiness; thrilling. Never seen before views were just before my eyes. While I was looking at those views, I remembered the memories that was the present just minutes ago. My parents; and how we came to the airport and stayed together until my check-in. Remembering those memories prompted me to thinking about the past, the recent and future achievement

ABAktoty Bissenbaykurmanova_aaa · 15 dic 2018Leer

Ehh America,country of opportunities. 🇺🇸Country where everyone is kind😍, responsive😇and cheerful. ☺️Having been to America, I became more open, polite and liberated. So much happened during the whole time. I was going to america with friends,but only I got the visa. I, a girl who never walks alone and is afraid of everything, went to America😂and found an acquaintance from my university who was also going to the USA. We bought tickets to New York ,then parted, it was very scary to stay alone. 29 May at 4 a.m. I stand in my town, suitcases in my hands, it's dark outside, and suddenly I became scared. The problem was housing. Yes ,I had found housing in Aktobe in advance, they wrote me an address, but then I got lost. But in the end I found housing. The whole June was rainy and foggy, because of that I had no mood. On my first working day I understood nothing,was afraid,cried😂there was absolutely not enough money,they paid little,I also had to find money for housing, mom was worried,wrote every day,I lied to her that I was fine,that I had money,but oh my God😂😂😂I started saving to pay for housing,started looking for a second job,almost didn't eat,because everything is expensive. I felt like a lost kitten😿the whole June I just cried and cried,really regretted that I came,wrote to everyone, except my mom of course, to come pick me up😂 But then when I found a second job in the kitchen, I started understanding their language😂 You can't imagine they spoke so fast that I didn't understand anything,just walked and smiled,and in July thank God,I began to understand them better, found a lot of friends,and the sun began to shine so brightly,and so I began to get used to it,started to open up, socialize,play with everyone❤and I paid for the housing😂and you know they are very very polite,even when I got on the bus I had to tell the driver thank you,have a good day,because everyone says so,and everywhere in shops,everyone smiles,everyone helps,every Sunday they go to the park,walk there with the whole family,and the managers are not like ours who don't reply,they on the contrary come every day,ask if I've eaten,if everything is ok,if something doesn't work out, they explained, God I remember I asked in the beginning 100 times,and they calmly explained everything to me,my work,my advice to you,don't be afraid and go to America,,your life will change by 360 degrees❤️

ZAZhubanysh Aidarkhanovjocker_obweniya · 16 abr 2016Leer

Our trip to Astana or how I got my visa Our interview was scheduled for April 15th at 10:00-10:30 AM. Checking the train schedule, we bought tickets for April 13th, giving us an extra day. The train was Uralsk-Astana. The travel time was 28 hours. Since we had plenty of time, we went over the questions almost 20 times. Luckily, there were students from the Foreign Languages faculty traveling with us, so we were able to easily refine our answers to several questions. That same evening, it turned out that the interview time had been moved to 1:00-1:30 PM. The whole carriage was happy that we would have time to sleep after arriving. Upon arrival, everyone went to stay with relatives or friends, and some rented an apartment for 2 days. My classmate and I stayed with relatives. Honestly, we went over the questions 3-4 times there, reviewed the pamphlet, and went out to conquer the night capital. We remembered Astana for its "spicy wings and bites" (those who have been to KFC will understand). We walked along the embankment and popped into Khan Shatyr. Morning of April 15th. At 11:00 AM, we went to the pre-visa meeting. There, they handed out passport stickers and explained our rights in the workplace in the USA. Zhuldyz wished us all luck, and we caught a taxi to the consulate. Upon arriving at the consulate, we gave our IDs to the guard sitting in the booth so he could record our details. By the time we arrived at the consulate, a live queue had formed. They were letting people into the consulate building 5 at a time. There, we went through a metal detector arch (back and forth), then the guard checked us with a handheld metal detector for any metal objects. Then he directed us to the neighboring building, where we left our cell phones (they had to be turned off) and ID cards. Further on is the third building, where the interview itself takes place. In the third building, right at the entrance, we were given a ticket, and the guard asked us to wait for our turn at the first window. If you look closely, you can see a yellow line. This line is the boundary between the person answering questions (1st window) and the person standing in line behind them. Do not cross it. At this window, a girl requested three documents (ticket, grade book, student ID, passport). Then she asked questions: - Have you received a US visa before? - No; - Do you remember your parents' phone numbers? - ...; Then she directed me to the second window, where they took my fingerprints. For a good fingerprint scan, you need to keep your fingers together. I liked that even though she is American, she speaks Russian perfectly;) And by the way, she radiates positivity; after this window, my fear of the interview disappeared. Then I waited for my turn. At first, only Alan was working (3rd window). After accepting 15-17 people, they gradually started inviting people to the 6th window, where Yan was working. The difference with this window is that it's not a window at all, but an office where you sit opposite the consul. This was a big plus for me. Let's move on to the long-awaited interview... - Hello, how are you? (it was strange when he greeted me first) - I'm fine, and you? - Not bad. - Where are you from? - I'm from Aktobe. And then he said, surprised: Oh, so it's your first time in Astana) (in English, of course) - How did you get to the consulate? - By train. - How much is the ticket to Astana? - 6560 KZT. - Where do you study? - ... - What year are you in? - 3rd. - What is your favorite subject at university? - Physical education. - Why? - I love running, working out in the gym, and I like playing volleyball. - Where is your job located in the USA? - Orleans, MA - What is the name of your establishment in the USA? - ... - What is your position? - Dishwasher and kitchen help. - What salary do you get? - $10 per hour. - Why did you choose this specific state? - Historical symbols are perfectly preserved in Massachusetts. There was a pause, he looked at my document

AAAnna Akmagambetovaanna1125 · 1 feb 2015Leer

Here the aircraft's chassis lifts off the runway. Behind me: the hassle with documents, queues at the bank, jitters at the embassy, a trip across all of Kazakhstan (because it would have been too simple to just go from Aktobe to Astana and return to Aktobe, better to make a little detour, let's say via Almaty, but that's a slightly different story), packing things (that is, equipping a faithful backpack that has seen a bit too much for its kind), giving my mother valerian and convincing my father of my sanity and independence, early exams... So what's ahead? Holidays in America, a dream, if not of every second person, then certainly of half)) 12 hours on a plane is not the easiest way to spend time. You have to force restless yourself to sit in one seat, changing poses from the cultured person on the plane to a bundle of clothes and blanket (yes, it can be cool at that altitude) asleep on the fold-down tray. And when all the books have been reread (2), all the films rewatched (3), all the games replayed, your body has grown used to being a jelly-like approximation and your shoulder has adapted to being a pillow for a snoring friend, it's already hard to believe that there is land somewhere out there. Landing. Hello, America. Alicia Keys' voice automatically starts singing in my head, competing with Frank Sinatra. This is New York. Yes, this is still just the terminal. But there's an indescribable feeling of satisfaction as if you crossed the Atlantic Ocean not by plane but with a jetpack. A long line at passport control. You naively think this is the last time Russian will be heard in such quantity around. A smiling border guard politely asks to place fingers one by one on the scanner to take fingerprints. Either accustomed to working with foreigners not always well-versed in English, or noticing the puppy-like delight on my face, bordering on idiocy, he didn't torment me much and quickly sent me to find baggage. Thank all the gods that I managed to fit everything necessary into a small bag and could move around light, I notice my friend's huge suitcase. I started dreaming. From the airport we were headed to Atlantic City, New Jersey. We had mapped the route back in KZ, the trip went without adventures, only with a bunch of photos)) The only problem was when, trying to call the employer from the bus station, we tried to stuff 50 cents into the payphone. True, European ones. We fussed for a long time, got indignant, cursed technology of all kinds, but then of course laughed heartily at our own idiocy. And here we already sit at the nearly empty Atlantic City terminal, with us are other students, but from Russia somehow. Our employer arrives. How you look at it, the USA is a country of big opportunities, big distances, big cars and corresponding people. We signed a contract with a large company that organizes camping across the country. Good salary, free housing, availability of overtime, one minus—we lived in the woods on the camp grounds. A little less than an hour and we arrive. Around us a most beautiful forest, a private (almost) lake, a gym, a pool and cozy small trailers. Some disappointment because of the considerable distance from the city was slightly softened by the news that the ocean was twenty minutes from the camp. Too bad no one specified that this was by car. They give us bicycles. Best friends of almost every J-1 student. Or the worst enemy. Depends on how you look at it. The choice of iron steed was made by my friend's Tatar cunning and my German resignation. Choosing from the two remaining, she grabbed a presentable mountain bike, proudly shining in the sun. I, a person who last sat on a bike at around 15, got an experienced (judging by the rust) thin-wheeled contraption the color of any Barbie dress, as it turned out in August still with the handlebars flipped. But one should remember that here, as with people, you can't guess what hides behind a pretty exterior. And so I flew as on a two-wheeled Formula One