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МСМарат Суттибаевmmaratofficial02 · 9 Oca 2023Oku

Dear Members of the Selection Committee, My name is Suttibaev Marat and I am a third-year student in Auezov South Kazakhstan University at the faculty of Philology. My specialty is teacher and translator of foreign languages: two foreign languages that are English and Korean. I am elated to seize this unique opportunity which will expand my valid education and build new chances for my future career. I am incredibly interested in going to America because of its multicultural environment, wide range of services to find a job and friendly society. As I always planned to spend some time abroad during my studies, I started to investigate “Work and travel” programme from my university time. I am eager to get insight into American culture, learn new perspectives, get experienced and exchange ideas with different people all over the world whom I will meet there. The reason is it is important for me to understand cross-cultural differences and improve international communicative skills. Therefore, I passed exam to enter South Kazakhstan University from my hometown Tashkent in Uzbekistan. Now, it is my aim to go abroad, exactly to America. I am sure that I will get the best experiences as I am foreign student here and have such a life of foreigner. However, going to America by this programme is another degree of exchanging thoughts and changing mindset as well as for me and future generation that I will teach and lead to be open to the world. Therefore, I participate constructively in all the studies and meetings with foreigners in Kazakhstan. This is the second reason that motivates me and helps to keep my eyes on this opportunity. As I am following this programme, I know that I can trust you entirely for all the process and even results of your work. I know that you do your best from the contacting with candidates till their coming back to the country. You give teaching lessons, stay connected with both sides candidates and employers during all the period. You do the arrangements and help applicants during all the stages of accomplishment of it. Therefore, over 4,000 people believe you and can rely on you to be with you in the pass of becoming practiced during 10 years from the foundation day. I am confident to have an excellent command of English-speaking people which would enable me to get on well and adjust easily. As my first experience as a foreign student was back in the autumn of 2019, I can admit that I am sociable, hard-working, reliable, self-assured, and open-minded. Such characters of my nature helped and still does to become the best of me no matter where I am. I can get on well with easy in new environment and make a lot of friends not only where I live but also with foreigners both in online and face-to-face meetings. It would be a pleasure and an honour to represent my home university and my country during three months at the America. I hope using this chance to go abroad and exchange with culture. I am sure that I will stay connected with people from America even my back to the country that will help to increase multicultural connection of our country. There are many people who come to the America from all over the world and staying in connection with them will enable me to open my own center that will help our future generation go to work or study not only to America but also to other countries constantly. I briefly believe that with me ambitious and experiences right from the day I go to America I can stir to action and help others to apply and become successful in what they want and do. Moreover, I will be able to implement new ideas and suggestions for the commercial and qualitative development of our country and I will show all the best sides, features of our country that exactly will empower our country to be a developed country. Finally, I would admit that I am extremely self-motivated and once I set a goal, I strive to achieve it. I have committed meetings with international people on numerous occasions and I

GGuestUser20 Ara 2022Oku

I'll start by saying that I signed up for the program in 2020, but was only able to fly out two years later. Only my closest family, my mom and brother, knew about my trip. So, two years of my life were shrouded in secrecy. The closer the trip got, the more questions arose. Why fly to Cyprus in the winter, of all times? Even more confusing, why go to the same small town in Belarus twice? It’s not like I was going for sausage and cheese... (Though they turned out to be very delicious). Over those two years, I went through all the stages of acceptance: from denial: "The embassy in Russia is closing?! A pandemic?! It can't be!" to depression: "It means I'm not destined to fly to America." In the end, I was ready for any outcome. But I kept believing and did everything possible to make my dream come true. Here I am, sitting on a plane from Moscow to Tashkent to New York. My head is in a fog. I’ve waited for this for so long that I can't believe it's happening. In the last few weeks, I was afraid to even think about it. After problems with getting a visa, vaccinations, and the start of the war, it seemed to me that a meteorite would hit or aliens would arrive and enslave humanity before I ever flew to America. That’s how my journey began, which would open up a new world for me and bring me wonderful new friends. We joked among ourselves that what happens in America, stays in America! But I will share what happened! I don't really have the desire to write dry facts or observations about America; I just want to express my feelings and emotions in a stream of chaotic thoughts. While in Russia, I never once thought about my national identity. However, in America, the question came to a head. Answering the question "Where are you from?" for the fifteenth time, I suddenly wondered, "Where am I really from?" How do people see me, and what does that mean for me? Usually, the first thing people offer are stereotypes. Bad or good, they can be quite funny. By the end of my work, my colleagues were boldly joking with me that in Russia, bread is given out for free and that, in general, we have nothing else besides bread and potatoes. Honestly, I laughed from the heart. Meanwhile, the idea that "all Russians are serious" – for me personally, this stereotype was quite unexpected. Most likely, I couldn't refute it, as I often walk around with a gloomy face myself. I admit, at first, it bothered me that people around me were smiling and asking how I was doing. Everything in me resisted answering and asking back. But as with anything, the main thing is to start. Just as Columbus once discovered America, America discovered people for me and taught me to be friendlier. What surprised me was the large number of different nationalities. My roommates were from Jamaica and the Dominican Republic. I liked watching what they ate and how they behaved. For me, it became a kind of hobby to learn something new. I am grateful to my roommates for teaching me to love my body and not be shy. All you need for that is a couple of parties with Latin music and dancing. And consider your self-confidence in the bag! Taste habits are also an interesting topic. I watched how some could eat rice every day, others noodles. I, on the other hand, can eat buckwheat every day. Sometimes I caught strange looks when I tried to explain what buckwheat is and how to eat it, so to speak. In America, it is practically not sold, and most Americans haven't even heard of such a grain. In the end, after two months, I started looking for it in all the stores and all over the internet. That’s what taste habits mean! Since I had to forget about buckwheat, it was time to test my stomach's durability. Mexican, Italian, and Asian cuisines came into play. In the morning, there were powerful smoothies with acai berry and spirulina powders, wheatgrass juice, and turmeric shots with pepper, all because I worked in a vegan smoothie cafe. Frankly speaking, at first, I was skeptical about American prod

ANAziz Nadjimutdinovanadjimutdinov · 10 Ağu 2016Oku

As before, let me start by introducing myself again. My name is Aziz Nadjimutdinov. For those who have forgotten, I have already written two major blogs here: Never Give Up - 2014 New Chapter or Returning to Nostalgia - 2015 I sincerely advise you to read these blogs before starting this one, as many stories are deeply interconnected. Accordingly, if you are truly interested, reading without the 'backstory' of the previous blogs might make it difficult to understand what is happening here. My previous blogs were quite popular. I think I've mentioned this before... well, I'll just repeat it. Although it is worth noting that the second one didn't get as many 'views' as the first. But that didn't stop me from receiving positive feedback from strangers who wrote that the blogs would help them in their future life in the States. Also, of course, as before, they pushed me to write more. They asked me to share more in private, etc. It is worth noting that my help to program newcomers didn't end with the blogs. In my hometown of Tashkent, at the university where I study, a small community was opened where we helped guys who were going on the program for the first time to collect documents, gave advice on passing interviews, the first days of life on another continent, and more. It turned out to be a unique experience of social life, communicating with pleasant people, and more. For an introvert, it's just right. What will be in this blog? Of course, every reader will ask this question. It seems to me that I have so many stories that I even decided to start writing the blog back in the summer, while still in Montana (needless to say, I'm working in the same place again), so as not to forget them by the fall, when I usually write my blogs. (Addition: In the end, I decided to post page by page, since there is a lot to write and time is moving on. I finally want to remind everyone about myself. Therefore, it might be rare, but pages will come out one by one, or maybe two, who knows. I've never done this before. Previously, blogs were released entirely in one day.) Compared to last year, I didn't write almost any stories on Instagram (only a little at the beginning of the season while I was traveling), I didn't keep a LiveJournal, I didn't even write on Twitter, so everything is in my head and in my phone's photo album. Photos are the main part of all seasons, after all. And believe me, I always manage to take out my phone in time. Honestly, it amazes me that there isn't a single new blog this year. I gathered that no contest was announced, and so no one decided to write about their travels? Don't you want to share what you experienced? Or just share your experience. Although most people still wake up in this regard closer to spring, when they see that there are other blogs here. Well, just in case, I will remind you, as I wrote above, that my blogs may come out rarely due to time constraints. But I will try my best :) I think we can start with this. http://worktravel.ru/blog/posts/0a73e029-c0ee-42de-860d-a430015b0e1b/ http://worktravel.ru/blog/posts/cb8a67fa-3f88-4329-a3bd-a52f01446a3a/

ANAziz Nadjimutdinovanadjimutdinov · 23 Ara 2015Oku

Well, actually, once we reached Seattle itself, we started hitting the sights. First of all, Kelsey, of course, took me to the Gum Wall. It's a famous wall completely covered in chewing gum, and she had already shared some gum with me beforehand. When you walk up to this alley, you're speechless. It's a truly cool sight. Yes, many say it's pointless, but it brought so many people from all over the world together, didn't it? Yes, it's a bit gross, but it looks cool. Although, some news came out quite recently. About a month or a month and a half ago, the wall was completely cleaned. You can check it out here. Although, of course, people have already started filling it up again, but now it will take a very, very long time to repeat 20 years of history. And my gum was removed too... In the same place, or rather up the stairs, is the famous Public Market, which is a gathering place for all tourists and locals at one market. Here, in a huge crowd, many very interesting and unique things, seafood, souvenirs, and just everyday junk are sold. You can wander there endlessly, as well as spend money, although at that moment I was already trying to keep my wallet closed tight. In the same place is the world's first Starbucks, which is also a must-visit for all fans of both just coffee and this brand. After that, we headed to the Fremont Troll statue, which is located under the George Washington Memorial Bridge. There used to be a terrible dump at this spot, and the government announced a competition for the best project to clean up this bridge. Among the finalists was this Troll, which received funding. By the way, he has a real Mini Cooper in his hand. And he himself came from Scandinavian fairy tales. In general, during my stay in Seattle, I noticed that there are really a lot of statues, monuments, and the like in this city. The locals are free in their creativity and are always ready to let their imagination fly, so at every step you can meet a sculpture on any topic that will have some deep meaning, or just remind you of some events. There is even a statue of Lenin here. Just like that. By the way, I'll say a word. If there are people reading me from Uzbekistan, I will very quickly remind you that Seattle has been a sister city to Tashkent for over 30 years. And there is even a Tashkent Park, but unfortunately, I didn't make it there. After the Troll, we headed to perhaps the most popular attraction in the city - the Space Needle. In essence, there is nothing supernatural about it, except that it offers an excellent view of the city from all sides. The ticket itself costs $22 without any options to go even higher (as it was at the Empire State Building), and the height of the ascent is 158.5 meters or 520 feet. But the view is still excellent. Yes, by the way, I forgot to mention that not far from that Market there are wonderful piers, where the main entertainment is feeding seagulls with french fries. At first, it seems dangerous, but then you realize that they are absolutely harmless, and just come up and ask for food, like kittens. It's actually quite fun. Another entertainment for tourists. And finally, she showed me a very cool place where, by the way, the movie "10 Things I Hate About You" was once filmed, and in general, there was also an excellent view of the city: And then Kelsey had to go to class, so she dropped me off near my bank so I could get money, and she left. After the bank, I still had to wander around for a while, so I managed to eat and walk through several shops. One of them turned out to be a gorgeous kitchen knife shop, where you could find any modern brand, both expensive and cheap, both American and Japanese. For a chef, it's a little paradise. That's where I spent about 30 minutes, just chatting with the seller and discussing different models. If you are chefs, you will understand my thrill of being in this store. Although I had already managed to buy knives at that moment. Besides this, I managed to get i

ANAziz Nadjimutdinovanadjimutdinov · 23 Ara 2015Oku

We humans often sit in our comfort zones and rarely even try to step out of them. Why is everything so bad? No, I'm not saying it's like that for everyone, but it happens in most cases. It makes me sad to look at many people who, during their trips, do nothing but sit in hotels, use Wi-Fi, and swim in the sea or pool. Anyway, that's not the point right now. Recently, I stumbled upon an interesting comparison between a "traveler" and a "tourist." Of course, they considered being a traveler cooler, since most people around are tourists. In fact, to some extent, it's true. Many people around me are surprised by the routes I take to travel around America. For example, if you start from the first year when I took a bus from New York to Montana and spent 66 hours on the road. Yes, it was incredibly difficult, but it is still the most unforgettable experience of my trips, when I met interesting people, saw many different places, ate who knows what, and barely managed to charge my phone and tablet. Then, at the end of the season, I had to live in a San Francisco hostel with 9 people in a 6-bed room. This year, I was incredibly proud of myself when I found a piece of paper at home a couple of weeks ago with my travel plan, which I made after I got my J-1 Visa. And I actually pulled it off. A month after planning, I went, traveled around New York, Los Angeles, Portland, and arrived in Montana, considering that in each of the states I lived with friends, and in Los Angeles, I even stayed with a stranger! That's how it went. In this 12-day trip, I exhausted myself insanely, because at home I only slept, and spent all the rest of the time on the streets of cities, walking and sightseeing. I was so tired that even my mom noticed it in the words of my blog in LiveJournal. She says: "Son, I think you're starting to get tired." And that was true. At that moment, I simply didn't have the strength to write long blogs with pictures and details. I just wanted to get to Glacier and sleep. That's the thrill, isn't it? Over these two years, I have visited 13 states in total, in 5 of which I happened to live. I traveled by Amtrak twice, on 3 different bus companies: Greyhound, Jefferson, FDT (I have no idea what kind of company that is). I flew on 4 different American airlines: Alaska, JetBlue, Delta, American. And I crossed the border of two states by car :) Planes are a separate topic. This time they surprised me a little with what I saw. Given that it was a night flight, they, of course, offered earplugs, masks, morning coffee, and all that. But what surprised me more was this: This was truly incredibly cute. And I still haven't figured out how it happened that a doggy ended up in the cabin. Not the point. I arrived in New York early in the morning, around 6 AM, and my flight to Tashkent was at 3 PM. That's a very big difference. And here we return again to the problems of travelers, or rather to sleeping in airports. On this day, it happened that some flights were either delayed or canceled, so there were a terrible number of people. But I found a great place for myself. Having reached the place where my airlines register by the internal train, I settled down by one of the pillars. Pulling my luggage closer, I decided to sleep. It turned out to be practically a hammock. 3 hours before departure, our airlines usually start registration. Waking up, I saw a familiar uniform. Having reached the other side of the airport in literally 5-10 minutes, I now had to eat and charge my phone. Since in the last few hours I had almost drained my portable charger. Considering that I didn't want to break large bills, a comical situation arose where I first place an order at McDonald's with the last change from my card, buying a burger, and then immediately buy a Coke with the last change in cash. Once a year, you can eat at McDonald's, although, as you know, it is undesirable. I think I already mentioned this. After that, I found a unique place that will be anothe

ANAziz Nadjimutdinovanadjimutdinov · 12 Eki 2015Oku

The most frequent question I've been asked lately: Aziz, why did you go to the exact same place? It's hard to explain to those who haven't found their place yet. I found mine. The very state that I fell in love with with all my heart and soul, and where friends and managers are waiting for me. Here I have a decent job, as well as housing that I am 100% sure about. I've already heard all sorts of stories from friends about how they don't like their job, or their dormitory, or the city for one reason or another, but I seem to be satisfied with everything. So, I didn't want to take the risk and change it for something else. Besides, I knew that my very close friends, whom I missed so much all year, would definitely return here this year. We kept in touch with Eugenie (those who read the first blog will understand) and with Michaela - this is our friendship triangle, with whom I was closest, as well as with many other people. And considering how much I missed the dorm, I didn't even think about going anywhere else. I only dreamed of returning to my native Apgar. So, closer to spring, I gathered my courage and decided to return to nostalgia. This year I planned the trip in advance, buying tickets while still at home in Tashkent. As soon as I got my J-1 Visa, I immediately booked tickets for the trip from Tashkent to New York, and from there to LA. From LA, I took a train to Portland, and then a train to Montana. Those were my plans. Last year, everything was spontaneous, which caused a lot of things to fall apart, and I had to suffer a little. This time I was more organized. And here I am again, drawing my American dream, sitting in the terminal of one of the slowest airports in the world, which has already frayed my nerves quite a bit over the last few hours. Small things. Music, a new notebook, and drawings about another summer of adventures. The thing is, there's no way around them here. And so begins a new chapter of my new adventure.