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SSSaniya Shonbayevashonbaeva99 · 6 dic 2019Leer

The city where I spent most of my summer was called Ocean City, Maryland. It borders right on the state of Delaware, which is actually where my job was located. There, I met a woman who worked at a Baptist church. She told me about all the life hacks that came in handy for me later on. What I love about Ocean City is that there are churches and student organizations that help J-1 students. For example, several times a week they hosted free breakfasts, lunches, and dinners, as well as various events like pool parties, and in early June, they give away free bicycles. On my first day, I got one of those beauties too. No one asks for your documents; it all depends on your conscience. Of course, at the end of the season, you need to return the bike, and I don't think that's any trouble at all considering it will serve you all summer. And my first piece of advice: if anyone is going to this city, run to the church as soon as you arrive if you want to get a free bike. You can track all the news here: https://www.facebook.com/ocbaptistchurch/ Second, don't be afraid to meet new people. Personally, I'm not the type to make acquaintances easily, but in America, it was different. I was very sociable and wasn't afraid to be open-minded. It's so cool to have friends from different countries. Also, upon arriving in Ocean City, I faced some housing issues. My landlord at the time let me down, and I urgently needed to find something new, otherwise, I would have spent the night on the street. I sorted out my problem immediately, as I mentioned earlier, and even managed to get a bike. Yes, that all happened in one day. Here is another tip: when you are looking for housing, never send a deposit, because everything can be agreed upon verbally, but if you find a house, find a backup option too. Once you are there, you can decide, and no one will do anything to you if you turn down one place or another. But you will be sure that you have a place to stay upon arrival. No one guarantees that you won't end up in the same situation as me. Next, I started settling into my job. My first impression was wrong, not what I had imagined. In the team, no one spoke Russian except me, so it was a good chance to improve my English. Then, I found a second job, and it was the opposite there—almost everyone spoke Russian. Over time, I started to get used to it and didn't feel any discomfort. Tip: Every boss loves it when an employee gives their all at work. I don't mean working like a horse, but just knowing your job from A to Z and not standing around doing nothing. For example, if a task doesn't concern you, you can offer your help; they will only like that. In any case, you won't go unnoticed. By the way, you will probably be notified about this, but I want to add something from myself. Upon arrival, get yourself a bank card. You don't necessarily have to get a Bank of America card; you can get one from PNC, for example. At the beginning of the summer, there will be a huge line at Bank of America. And why do you need a card in general: 1) Your salary goes directly to the card, and it's a safer way to store money. 2) In any case, you will go traveling, and you need to buy, for example, a ticket. I bought everything through my friend's card, and as a result, I had problems. Let me explain: I planned to go to Las Vegas, I had already bought the tickets, but upon arriving at the airport, they told me at the check-in counter that my flight was canceled, but they didn't refund my money. Naturally, I bought the tickets using someone else's card, and to solve this problem, I needed to go to the bank with the owner of that card. Why would someone want to waste time on your business? Therefore, keep this fact in mind and get a card, because it will be useful not only for buying tickets. Having money on a card is much more convenient than keeping it in cash. It seems like such small things, but they play an important role. Ocean City is about a three-hour drive from New Yor

SSShalgyn Seifullashalgyn1 · 15 dic 2017Leer

America is still here! Or my first trip abroad ever! So, Most people plan and try to spend their summer PERFECTLY. After all, summer is a sweet, three-month slice of life every year. My summer in America was the most memorable one. I had been dreaming of a trip to America since 2012, when I was a sophomore in college. Back then, my friends were already flying there for short-term summer language courses. Their impressions of America not only motivated me but also led me to take action and achieve results. After entering the university in September, I immediately registered at the International Exchange Center for the Work and Travel USA 2017 program in Almaty. We were prepared very thoroughly for the trip; we were informed and explained all the rules step-by-step, for which I am very grateful to our coordinators. Everything was planned by winter: where we would live, how we would get there, who our employer would be, and how it would all happen. And finally, after a successful interview with the consul in April and receiving my J-1 Visa, I boarded a Lufthansa plane for the first time in my life. After landing successfully at the New Jersey airport “EWR”, we went to pick up other students from New York’s “John F. Kennedy” airport. There were so many emotions inside; America was truly waiting and hadn't gone anywhere. Right then, on the way to the other airport, I felt the breath of the city, the rhythm where everyone is in a hurry and busy with their own business, where it is immediately clear that time really matters to them. After all, they say TIME IS MONEY for a reason. The grandeur of this city truly met my expectations. Everything is just like in the movies: skyscrapers, humidity, friendly people, and so much more. A city that breaks many stereotypes with its culture and population. In America, age doesn't matter; if a person wants to enter college for a bachelor's degree even after 25, it's normal for them. Back home, it would look like the person had missed their years of education. After we met the other students, we had a journey ahead to Bethany Beach, Delaware. We reached our destination on a shuttle bus from E-Point, a company that specializes in meeting and seeing off J-1 students. And here we were in Bethany Beach. We settled in, and in the morning, we went to the employer to meet the local staff of our restaurant. Everything went as planned: gifts and souvenirs from Kazakhstan, friendly attitudes, and welcoming smiles. Our team consisted of guys from Russia, Kazakhstan, Romania, and Macedonia. It was interesting to learn not only about American culture but also about Europe. Even on the busiest and hardest days, it was a lot of fun working with them.

AKAliya Kenessarinakenessarina · 29 nov 2015Leer

Time flew by unnoticed. Exams were over, and the excitement I felt in Europe started to become the new normal. It was time for the embassy interview. I noticed the fear the students were feeling, especially the first-timers. The atmosphere was tense; many were worried that their plans for this summer, or even their dreams, might be shattered. I really liked how everyone supported each other; those who came out with an approved J-1 Visa gave advice and helped out. In short, they tried to pass their confidence on to us. I started to soak up this atmosphere little by little and became tense myself. The repeaters told us how they had gone through the interview last year and what questions they were usually asked. The first-timers talked about which consul was the scariest and strictest, and which window they hoped to be assigned to. And then the moment came when I saw that a girl had been denied a visa. I didn't know her, but I remembered her eyes filled with tears and her desperate expression. A chill ran down my spine, and I felt uneasy, as if I had been the one denied. I understood that, like many others, this girl likely had a dream of seeing America, or simply wanted to relax and earn some money—combining business with pleasure. However, I also understood that this meant other perspectives would open up for her; she just needed to get through this and move on. I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear my name being called. The thing was, I was sure we were going in order, and that way I could track and be ready for the interview. Students usually went to the interview in the same order they submitted their documents. But it turned out not to be the case; I looked at those in front of me, there were still quite a few, and I stood up abruptly. As a result, I went to the wrong window and only after a minute of hesitation realized where I needed to go. I found it very funny that it all started like that. I had no illusions about myself or my abilities and was ready for any turn of events. To my surprise, the consul turned out to be very friendly, speaking very clearly and openly. The questions were the ones we had been prepared for in advance, so it was very easy. It turned out he was born in the state of Delaware, where I intended to go. He told me a lot about it and his memories. I didn't stand there for long, and at first, I didn't realize he had approved my J-1 Visa. Only when the consul said he wished me luck and advised me to go see the dolphins did I realize that was it. We had prepared for a trial, but the interview went like a normal conversation without any tricky questions. If you are confident in your English and have the desire to go, don't worry; everything will be as it should be. My friend also passed, and we prepared for our adventures together. Back then, we had no idea what awaited us and how memorable this summer would be. #WorkAndTravelUSA #J1Visa #SummerWorkTravel

NBNatasha Belyaevasolnyshko_1994 · 23 nov 2015Leer

I tried to make my summer of 2014 as diverse as possible: I spent a month working as a kindergarten teacher, a month sunbathing at the dacha, and at the very end of the season, my mom and I took a couple of weeks to visit the rocky Crimea. I greeted September happy, tanned, and rested. Perhaps everything happens for a reason. Perhaps it had to be this way. On September 9, 2014, I turned 20. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends, and parents—everyone decided that money would be a better gift for such a grown-up young lady than some useless things that would just gather dust on a shelf. So, after this important calendar date, a fairly solid sum was added to my hard-earned pennies from the kindergarten, and I thought that if I tightened my belt and saved on chocolate bars during the school year, my American dream could still come true in the summer of 2015. I decided not to tell my dad about my plans (he had already suffered enough), but I shared my intentions with my mom: she agreed to help financially. After some time, my grandmother was also let in on our secret, and thus we formed a small, secret, female family community that worked very smoothly right up until my trip to the States. In early October 2015, my friend and I were walking through the streets of Minsk to the local office with the necessary package of documents for the program and excitedly making plans for the upcoming summer. At the office on Maksim Tank Street, we were met by a friendly girl who immediately asked which universities we were students at. Since I was a student at a language university in Vitebsk at the time, and my friend had already participated in international exchange programs, we didn't have to take an English test—they took our word for it that we knew the language. We explained why we wanted to participate in the program, what we expected from it, and asked the friendly office worker 1001 questions—we received 1001 detailed answers and a couple of useful recommendations from her, reviewed the terms of the program participation agreement, signed it, paid the first installment at the bank that same day, and in the evening, we celebrated the first step toward success in one of the central coffee shops in Minsk. Months flew by rapidly. We googled places we wanted to see in the States, looked for music festivals that were supposed to be held there during the summer—we planned, changed plans a thousand times, built new ones—we were completely absorbed by the upcoming adventures. Finding Job Offers was not time-consuming or exhausting for us: friends who had been to the States many times through Work and Travel contacted their employer, who agreed to take us onto their team. "Baja Beach House Grill", Bethany Beach, Delaware, hello! We continued to march toward success. There was very little left to do. In mid-March, with backpacks on our shoulders, we were riding the night bus Vitebsk-Moscow to take the final step on the way to the States—to get American visas. At 6 a.m., we were somewhere on the outskirts of the metropolis, and at 8 a.m., we were having breakfast in an empty diner near the Barrikadnaya metro station. We were terribly nervous. For the hundredth time, I was reciting to myself the 6 points of my rights from the American Pamphlet, and my Masha was scanning the list of approximate questions asked by consuls during the interview. Believe me, even if you have perfect English and you know your rights in the States so well that if someone woke you up at night, you would rattle them off without a single stutter, you won't be able to hide from the trembling in your knees and the "twists" in your stomach before the interview—everyone goes through this. At 9, we were shaking in front of the consulate doors, singing lines from The White Stripes – Seven Nation Army (this was a kind of anthem for our day): "I'm gonna fight 'em all. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back." At 9:30, the guard let us inside. After passing through numerous windows,

IBIuliia Balchinovafdsapoiuytrewq · 13 ene 2015Leer

This is probably the most memorable trip ever^-^ My friend and I were left alone in the house since the rest of the guys had already left. We had been planning to check out Philadelphia for a long time, especially since it's only a 3-hour drive from Wildwood. And since work was already done, we could safely hit the road. So, we arrived at the Wildwood Bus Terminal at 8, but were told the bus wouldn't arrive until 9. After waiting an hour, we were finally heading towards Philly. As I said, it was a 3-hour ride, watching the small American towns you see in movies pass by. I always travel with headphones. For me, it's an unreal vibe to admire new places while listening to my favorite songs. And that's where the fun begins. We stopped at some Bus Terminal, most passengers got off, and we did too, of course, without thinking to ask. After wandering around the station, we went to look for the city center. On the way, we met a student and asked where the famous Philadelphia Museum of Art was, and she pointed us in the right direction. We kept walking, but the only thing that looked like a museum was the library building. To be honest, based on what the guys told me, I imagined Philadelphia completely differently: high-rise buildings, crowds of people. Here, it was the opposite. Not a hint of any movement. And that's when we started doubting if we had arrived at the right place. Okay, we kept walking... we saw a bridge and a RIVER???!!!! (later it turned out to be the Delaware River). And on the other bank were those huge buildings))) What? Where are we?? We couldn't swim across it, so we headed back. On the way, we met a woman who kindly agreed to explain to us what was going on. Us: "Good afternoon!! Could you please tell us where the city center is?" Woman: "This is the city center." Us: "And what is that over there, behind the bridge?" Woman: "That? Philadelphia!" You can imagine the look on my face) haha)) Us: "And where are we now?" Woman: "This is Camden." Oh yeah... we didn't make it to Philly and ended up in Camden) The lady explained how to get to Philadelphia, and we wandered back to the bus station. On the way, we were laughing wildly at the fact that we couldn't go without an adventure once again)) At the stop, to catch the right bus, we started talking to another nice woman who was also going to Philly. The bus costs $1.50, and here we are, crossing the Benjamin Franklin Bridge. The woman got off at some stop, and we thought we would get off a little later. Sitting on the bus, we were still laughing that this was our bus tour of Philly. And what do you think??? The bus made a loop and was heading back to Camden again)) Oh my God, we were returning to the same bus station. As soon as we saw the Bus Terminal, we jumped off that bus, ran across the road, and got on the bus to Philly again. I think we definitely cheered up the people who were watching this))) This time, we got off somewhere in Philadelphia. Phew... hooray!) I really liked the city, and it's a pity that with all this running around and traveling, we didn't have time to really explore it( Luckily, we managed to visit the Independence Visitor Center and the Liberty Bell Pavilion. It was in Philadelphia that the Declaration of Independence was signed and the Constitution was adopted. And the cracked Liberty Bell is one of the most famous symbols of the USA. We even took a picture with Benjamin Franklin! (well... more precisely, with a person who was dressed up as the former president). We were very hungry and tried to find a place to grab a bite. On the way, we met a man named Robert. He was also dressed in the costume of a famous historical character. Robert said that if we were in Philadelphia, we just had to try a Cheesesteak and even suggested where we could do it. And he was right, the cheesesteak was just "finger-licking good"))) We couldn't leave Philadelphia without souvenirs. Ending up in Chinatown, we found a small shop where we bought magnets, postcar

СМСергей Мигинmigin94 · 19 dic 2014Leer

August ...more further west. Niagara Falls. August 3rd. We were on the road for at least 8 hours by bus. Another tour group, only this time it was Dominican-Kazakh-Russian. When we were checked into the "Sun days Hotel," I was indescribably sleepy. The thing is, by my calculations, I hadn't slept for about 32 hours since that day. I just can't sleep on the road, and we left almost immediately after I finished work. I dozed off for about 30-40 minutes and went downstairs so as not to miss the tour meeting, where our guides were supposed to tell us and show us what's what here. After a ten-minute explanation, we headed to a small building where we bought a combo ticket, which allows you to visit all the sights of Niagara. What natural beauty and harmony there is, with the power of two waterfalls! I had a day and a half to spare, so I slowly started looking around at the observation deck. While I was standing there looking down at these waterfalls from a height, I wanted to hurry down to the excursion boat, which gathers crowds of tourists wearing specially provided raincoats, all identical, and we were all blue as we sailed right up to the waterfall. All this power, strength, and the sound of tons of falling water can only be felt by sailing close to these waterfalls. This half-hour ride near the waterfalls was so emotional that after getting back to shore, it took me about 10 minutes to come to my senses and take off the raincoat, which was wet from the spray. I took a bunch of photos at Niagara Falls; at one point, I even ran out of memory on my phone and had to delete old photos and videos, but I continued to visit the sights of Niagara. The evening was memorable for me with a very cool and mesmerizing fireworks display. The next day, I slept through my breakfast) Luckily, there was still food in my backpack. As soon as I finished my homemade breakfast of bananas and sandwiches with orange juice, I continued my tour of the sights. An aquarium where I saw many different fish and a couple of interesting shows, a specially equipped cinema about the history of Niagara's development, a historic trolley with uncomfortable wooden seats, and, of course, a pleasant rain at the end of my trip signaled that it was time to return to the hotel, from where we would again make an eight-hour journey to Ocean City, and then it's another 15 minutes home by bike. "We'll manage," I thought. August turned out to be very rich in events and adventures. By the time I finished working, I had learned to surf and fall very gracefully, save a drowning person, saw baseball in person, and walk using GPS on my cell phone along deserted roads. But perhaps I will tell you about that now. And again the alarm at 6 a.m. and back on the road. August 18th. Just yesterday, they were seeing me off at work with a nice cake with inscriptions saying they would miss me, and today I am setting off again to continue looking for adventures. Bus, walking, boat, bus again. Such a thorny path I have to overcome to visit a close and dear person to me. This person lives and works in the state of New Jersey, in a city called Wildwood. To get to this city, I need to cross the bay from the neighboring state of Delaware, the city of Lewes. But one thing at a time. Taking my backpack with a couple of bananas and orange juice at 7 a.m., I went to the bus that would take me from my Ocean City to the city of Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. By 9 o'clock I arrived in the city, where I visited the famous Tanger Outlets. It's a bunch of brand-name stores gathered in one place. After buying a pair of Converse sneakers, I headed on foot to the neighboring city of Lewes, from which the ferry departs to the state of New Jersey. I had to walk 9 miles along deserted highways, and on the map, it didn't look that far at first glance, but how wrong I was. If you watched "Smallville" as a child, you will understand what vast farmland looks like in America. This was the view that accompanied me for 3-4 ho

AAliyaastana_85855875237 · 31 oct 2012Leer

August is here... Soon my boyfriend and I will meet our friends on the Eastside. Our friends booked their tickets a month and a half before the trip, and they were incredibly happy about it. We booked a bit later, but that was also very good. Conclusion: make your travel plans in advance, and book your tickets then—for the plane, Greyhound (the local bus fleet)—it's all possible—so don't spare the time for the trip. It is just as important, as my boyfriend said, to find out where we are going—fortunately, there is internet almost everywhere in America—so everything is in your hands. When you have a free day, you can unwind—take a trip to a neighboring town—there is a wonderful activity—mini-golf—it's a chic, fun thing—I recommend it to everyone. Our trip across the States began after 2 days of shopping in the neighboring state of Delaware. First, we needed to get to the port of Cape May, which we reached with our last bit of strength—since we got off one stop early, and a very kind, ordinary American gave us a ride to the port. Once there, we bought tickets for the ferry and the shuttle bus, and set off. It was very windy, with seagulls and people with dogs everywhere—just like in a movie. On the shore, they were restoring Jack Sparrow's pirate ship, where we had a romantic photo session. Then, from Delaware Marina, we were taken by shuttle bus to three huge malls... At first, we planned to spend one day in Delaware, but realizing that in half a day we would only have time to shop at 1 mall, we decided to stay, and since we didn't take extra money, we decided to look for a simpler hotel... On the way, we met a Kazakh guy who tried long and hard to help us, but he didn't quite succeed. Overcoming our initial panic, we eventually found some sofas at a hotel where we spent that restless night ;). Early in the morning, we got up and had breakfast at a bakery—mmm, we had never tasted such melt-in-your-mouth buns before ;). After breakfast, we walked to the 2nd mall, and after doing some more shopping, we started waiting for our shuttle bus to make it back home in time to pack our things and visit my boyfriend's acquaintance in Atlantic City before heading to the Eastside.

ЮЮлияdontbeabitch · 19 may 2010Leer

Well, all the worries are behind us. Time to decide on a place to stay! We arrive in New York on July 1st! We'll be waiting for a friend there until July 3rd! And then we plan to head to the state of Delaware (Rehoboth Beach)! No job offers yet, but we'll go look for some! Right now we're sorting out housing; a cool option just popped up, let's hope we get lucky. I dream of going to Miami, of course. And I have one more dream... to drive along the highway in a convertible, maybe even behind the wheel, with my hair blowing in the wind, my head spinning from the air and the surroundings, and happy, simple music playing from the speakers! Maybe in a few months, I'll make these dreams come true and tell you all about how it went!!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa