3 months ago she moved to Russia after 13 years of life in Seattle and its surroundings. In Russia she studied, but never worked, and in America she studied in the universe, and worked in corporations. What I remember about how Americans learn:



1st There is a very short distance between teachers and students. This means that the teacher can be called simply by name, and you can also ask the stupidest questions and he will answer you. You can eat "Doshirak" (in America the brand "Cup Noodle") right behind the barrel or put your feet on the barrel. The teachers are not insulted.

2nd The textbooks are super-interesting, with pictures and lots of colorful schemes. In the textbooks there is little water and the maximum of useful information and all in simple words. Everything is essentially chewed to the smallest details and gradually written. For me, as a foreigner, it was very complicated.

Three It can be deducted for writing.

4 is Works and all "courses" when checked by teachers are passed through a special program that seeks plagiarism. I got in one day.) But I was “green” then and I didn’t know about it. I was very embarrassed and I didn’t do it anymore.

5 is What is interesting, when you distribute proven works, they are placed on the front side down, so that others do not see what you have been placed. The type of thing you have to choose whether to disclose your assessment or not.

6 is Some teachers on especially difficult subjects evaluate work on the so-called. “The curve.” This is when the best work (even with mistakes) is taken for 100%, and the rest depends on how far they have gone from the best.

I work in a taxi. The order falls, the destination address "by city", submitting the location by navigator. I walked, the girl sat down, said no need to go anywhere, need to charge the phone, 15 minutes sat down, talked, charged the phone, looked at %charge, said "good enough", gave 500 tenge and stunned...

Everything men mean by the word gifts, then for women is a trophy and a tribute.

As a wise man once said, “Education is what remains when everything we’ve been taught has been forgotten.”
Strangely enough, the

We have a lot of airports not yet renamed, but let’s go further.
In the state Duma there are many respected people, and in Russia there is a huge number of nameless public classes.

I worked in a nightclub DJ. One day a new waitress, Max, came to us. Well, Max is like Max, an ordinary eighteen-year-old. I met this Max to go a friend, the same young guy, as I seemed at all 16-17, I was surprised how the guard at all let him go, well, really on a small someone looks like. This friend was constantly sitting at the bar, drinking cocktails, chatting with the bartenders. One day, having drunk a lot of this "root" Max began to dive before me, order some songs, well really hindered working. Once again, not able to withstand the greed of this individual, I tried to explain as correctly as possible, that "another time and a fork in the eye or...". I say:

– Brother, you’re really about me #ball, you’ll come back again...

He interrupted me in half a word and with an offended face spoke:

I’m not your brother, I’m a girl.

“Okay, sorry, no hurt,” I say, a little oh#ev.

But the girl seems to be really offended, and I’m immersed in deep reflections about the wickedness of this sinful world and the ability of lesbian girls to disguise themselves as boys.

Well, a few days later it turned out that Max was not Max at all, but Nastya.

I took the machine to 100 in the morning to replace the oil. Until then, I bought a coffee machine and went out to smoke.

(For reference, I was dressed in time-blowing but favorite sleeves and sports trousers.) Here to the gate enters a black, dumb-toned cruise, stops near me, drops the glass and in a rather rough form turns to me, then I am a M-man in a cruise.

M, you need to pump the wheel.

I - You don't earn so much that I could pump your wheels.

My name, my name, I don’t work anymore.

I am “My name”

M - in half an hour to the accounting office, you are counted and more you are seen here.

I am OK!

Here I turn my head, and to the right, at ten meters, a worker of the CTO was standing, who barely heard a whisper - "has done it!"

That is how I was enrolled in the team of blinds at the STO in the morning and was fired within half an hour.

Then he picked up the car, calculated and left.