I'll be coming home tomorrow! Pizza Party. Two Boots on Avenue A. 6 pm. Be there. I can't wait to see everyone! As for Joey, this will be our year -- it took a long time to come. I'm going to probably accidentally kill him with hugs, Lenny-from-Of-Mice-and-Men style. If not that, then it'll be suffocation by kissing. Beware, boy.
This goes out to Sarah, who teaches English at an inner-city high school in Brooklyn and often goes through hell: Remember my British friend and how he teaches English to little kids here? At the end of the term, all of the parents gave him fancy whiskey and wine. Apparently, this is a common European thing. Just letting you know.
Almost all of my closest friends left over the past few days, I'm actually one of the stragglers. It's a little lonesome. Bittersweet. On a lighter note, funny story: This guy left an economy-sized pack of condoms behind, which is unforunately funny in itself because he was one of those Night-at-the-Roxbury type guys with the ladies. Regardless, my conservative Texan RA went around the dorm offering the condoms to everyone, instructing them to practice safe sex. Excellent quote of his, when offering them to a girl: "You might not want them though, because they're male condoms." Yes, I know that female condoms exist, but they're so rare, and the way he said it showed that his public school system had seriously failed him. It was hilarious in an awkward way, like on the Office when Dwight asked about the "female vagina". I apologize to any family members reading this, but I could not help writing about it.
I leave campus tomorrow morning at 8 am. Delta 31 flies out at 12:40 pm Moscow time (read: 4:40 am EST), and arrives in NY at 2:55 pm EST (read: 10:55 pm according to my body clock). The wonderful Des,
onetonnoodle, will be giving me a ride home. I can't wait!
I guess this is it for this journal, at least, for now. This is only the end of one journey in what will likely become a tome of Russian, and world, adventures. Stay tuned, folks.
I love you, Moscow. Da svidanya.
This goes out to Sarah, who teaches English at an inner-city high school in Brooklyn and often goes through hell: Remember my British friend and how he teaches English to little kids here? At the end of the term, all of the parents gave him fancy whiskey and wine. Apparently, this is a common European thing. Just letting you know.
Almost all of my closest friends left over the past few days, I'm actually one of the stragglers. It's a little lonesome. Bittersweet. On a lighter note, funny story: This guy left an economy-sized pack of condoms behind, which is unforunately funny in itself because he was one of those Night-at-the-Roxbury type guys with the ladies. Regardless, my conservative Texan RA went around the dorm offering the condoms to everyone, instructing them to practice safe sex. Excellent quote of his, when offering them to a girl: "You might not want them though, because they're male condoms." Yes, I know that female condoms exist, but they're so rare, and the way he said it showed that his public school system had seriously failed him. It was hilarious in an awkward way, like on the Office when Dwight asked about the "female vagina". I apologize to any family members reading this, but I could not help writing about it.
I leave campus tomorrow morning at 8 am. Delta 31 flies out at 12:40 pm Moscow time (read: 4:40 am EST), and arrives in NY at 2:55 pm EST (read: 10:55 pm according to my body clock). The wonderful Des,
I guess this is it for this journal, at least, for now. This is only the end of one journey in what will likely become a tome of Russian, and world, adventures. Stay tuned, folks.
I love you, Moscow. Da svidanya.
- Mood:
indescribable - Music:Rockapella - Carmen Sandiego


Comments
Welcome home, Stef. :-)
(Good trip!) Hope you get home alright!
I <3 Toby.