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TATogzhan Amankeldib2ab27 · 9 janv. 2023Lire

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 janv. 2023Lire

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

LLyudmilaastana_85855873288 · 31 mars 2010Lire

There is no point in describing how much time each student spends filling out the DS, whether it's a missed line or a forgotten checkbox. But such problems can be easily handled with the help of a coordinator and an internet cafe, where I had to run about 5 times to get everything perfect. I think it's worth starting from that very day when I went for my visa, a day that crept up so unexpectedly, and which will be described further... February 10, 2010, 04:25 Today, in the literal sense of the word, history was being made—perhaps not the kind of great history that could affect everyone, but the history of my destiny and the destinies of those who, on the same day and at the same hour, found themselves before the threshold of the United States Embassy. But first things first... The Almaty-Astana train stopped in the sleeping city at 4:10 AM. Karaganda greeted it coldly, with 30-degree frosts and a wind that turned this frost into a gusty, freezing storm. The conductor, having turned my ticket over in his chilled hands, glanced at my ID and immediately returned the documents to me with the words: "Thirteenth seat, please go ahead." "Thirteenth seat? Wow!" flashed through my head—"a good number!" Looking once more at my parents standing on the platform, undoubtedly more confident in me than I was in myself, I entered the sleeping carriage. A few minutes later, the train started moving, carrying me away from my small hometown to the capital, toward new events and sensations that I had to go through that day. It is hardly possible to describe the state of a person who, in confusion, seems confident in their knowledge and wit, but understands the full seriousness of the upcoming event and how excitement can affect its outcome. Those who have experienced something similar will certainly understand. The train gradually picked up speed, and the sound of the wheels was soothing and made me sleepy, which is what the people in the same compartment as me were doing. I close my eyes. What could be simpler? You just need to mentally "play out" the whole situation in your head, "invent" the future, and it will have no choice but to happen. I have never suffered from a lack of imagination, so vivid pictures race through my head, leaving a feeling of satisfaction and peace: everything will be fine! There is no doubt about it! - Do you mind? – someone's voice interrupted my "forecasting." - Please. A venerable old man sits down opposite me with a cup of hot tea, and after asking who I am and where I am coming from, he decides that keeping me from being bored is his mission for today. It's true what they say, you never know what you'll hear on a train, and most importantly, how long a conversation can drag on. It was already light outside when the story about the last, seventh ancestor of his lineage was finished, and returning to the present, the aksakal began to scold his good-for-nothing grandson. Astana, meanwhile, was also not very welcoming in terms of weather. I didn't hesitate, and after sitting in the waiting room for 30 minutes, I took a taxi and headed to the embassy. I needed to be there by 10, but those who arrived earlier were graciously let inside. There is nothing terrible about handing over your belongings, going through the metal detector, and entering another room where students waiting to be called, and those who for some other reason were forced to apply for a visa, sat in rows on chairs. The most terrible and difficult thing was to maintain the calm I had prepared for in advance. Still, an unusual environment strongly affects the subconscious. I look at the guard opening the doors for me one after another (well, what a gentleman!) and come to the conclusion that he is saying something to me; it's a pity I didn't understand what. :-) Those waiting for their turn are looking at the "newcomer" out of boredom, and from the last row, someone's hand waves in greeting. Well, finally, someone I know! Alisa arrived an hour earlier an