Sunday, September 5, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
I am looking forward to this summer and possibly going to gulf coast Florida to see my Uncle.
Here is a little smilebox to give all of you a glimpse into previous summers.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
I lived there for the first five years of my life.
Food was scarce, and what we had was greatly appreciated.
Most of what I remember came from the earth.
Pulling turnips; gathering eggs; drinking warm cow milk.
Just as I was leaving my birth country
with my new adoptive family,
in the home of our hosts in Moscow
I began to learn that food is something that can be not only appreciated
but something that is a part of tradition
I felt proud presenting my new American grandmother
with a traditional Russian cake
on her birthday
hand crafted by our Russian host family.
Beyond the special cake
We celebrated the birthday at a dacha
(a country farm)
with a large group of Russian people.
I experienced chocolate for the first time.
I was so excited at the delicious taste of this delectable, rich sweet candy.
Once I arrived at my new home in America
I realized my opportunity to experience so many wholesome new foods.
I appreciated everything and enjoyed eating them all.
Growing up I had realized the importance of eating every bite,
leaving nothing to go to waste.
Appreciating food was important to me.
My American mom cooked foods to help me remember my Russian heritage
and the Russian culture.
I valued eating and enjoyed everything I ate.
In Russia, it was customary to present departing guests
with a gift of remembrance.
I received a large, hand-crafted spoon from the people at the dacha.
It is special to me still today.
My value for healthy foods has stayed consistent.
When I might have the opportunity to lick cookie batter from the beater
I would probably decline.
Good wholesome food has stayed important to me.
But, there is something that I could never grasp.
I remember one day shortly after I had arrived in America,
I was at a store and picked up piece of fruit.
I touched it. I looked at it, turning it in my hands.
I smelled it. I tried to eat it.
It was odd.
I asked my mom, "What is it? I don't understand?"
And she told me, "It's plastic fruit."
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
This is a drawing by Ami, which I received for my 18th birthday, back in November.
If my doggies can't be here, this lovely drawing reminds me of them.
I will share more tokens of joy with you later on.
Now I am laying in my bed, with all the girls fast asleep
(or at least that's what I'm hoping)
Goodnight (from behind my curtain!)
On a scale of 1-10
It's one million up here!!!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I am currently an intern up in the Mountains
for my whole last semester of high school.
I work with a new group of awesome sixth graders per week.
I take online classes
I teach classes
Including Geology, Pioneer History, Astronomy and Wildlife.
I also do Wellness-Checks on the students in my cabin.
Due to these recent H1N1 scare,
the school district requires us (interns)
to take temperatures of each student in "my" cabin each morning.
I have my own little corner in the room.
(To visit the lovely Jake and Fergi)
I will post more later, with an update.(Another picture from the OELS website)