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Repetition is the Mother of Learning

I love the way that sounds. It's the Russian equivalent of our "Practice makes perfect," and perfectly describes learning any language. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. And even then, you barely know it. I was recently thinking about my future, which I'm sure all parents pressure their children to think about. I've considered a few careers, but I've narrowed it down to two. Being a chemist would be interesting and in high demand, especially where there are many chemical plants. I started to consider it after taking chemistry and finding it enjoyable, but I wouldn't say it's easy.

The second is becoming a linguist. It's more of a dream than anything I feel like I could actually reach. I love learning Russian. If you talk to me about Russian, I can go on for hours about it, believe me. We've looked at some options, such as colleges and military. College is an easier option, but it's expensive. If I were to join the military, they would pay for it. However, like every soldier, I would have to go through boot-camp and become one. Which kinda sucks. That's the point of boot-camp though, to suck. Again, it's more of a dream. Just learning the language as much as I can is satisfying. To finish, just a random picture a dork such as me enjoys:

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Possible Mission Trip?

Putting It to Good Use My parents and I have been talking and we are trying to find a way for me to make a trip to Belarus in June. We aren't 100% on it happening, but it would be a great experience if it happened. I would be going to an English camp with people my age and "attempting" to talk to them. Another thing we are looking into is finding a way to get our friend Sergey from Belarus to here for a week or so. It would be pretty cool to have someone from another country stay at your house for that long, and to meet someone who you have only seen online. He also says he was the best player on his high school basketball team, so I'm sure he'd enjoy the basketball goal in our backyard. Updates on my life would include my girlfriend breaking up with me, which really sucked. I'm only 17 though, and it being my first relationship I can't expect too much. Life goes on or whatever they say. I'm looking forward to co-op starting back, e...

Getting an Early Start on Blogging Homework

Здравствуйте! That's "Hello" in Russian. I'm currently trying to get a head start on my Blogging homework while waiting on my Russian teacher on Skype, Sergey, or Сергей, if you prefer. I'm sure the latter is less to your taste. He is a very smart man who lives in Belarus, working with my church as our translator. I'm also trying to think of comments for my fellow student's blogs. I'm not very good at commenting on other people's material. So I'm typing this while I think. I say I am getting a "Head Start" but I'm sure I'll put this post off until later in the week, guaranteed. I don't have much else to say, really. Things are going as they normally do, I guess. I ate some Goldfish crackers a few minutes ago, if that counts for anything. Now I should probably go comment on some blogs. до свидания. (Bye.)

The Harlem Hellfighters

Becoming an Author For my American literature class, I have to write a short-story. I've decided to write based on the Harlem Hellfighters. They were officially known as the 369th infantry in WWI. An entire infantry of African-Americans. Americans at the time showed hatred toward them, to the point of giving them to France because they refused to fight alongside blacks. In France, they were treated like any other regiment, also keeping their uniforms besides their new French helmets. The Hellfighters were one of the most impressive people on the battlefield. Pvt. Needham Roberts heard a German patrol entering his designated area by cutting barbed wire. He accidentally loaded a French magazine into his American gun, jamming it. He then fought off the patrol using the rifle as a club and a bolo knife,killing at least four and wounding about 20 more. Roberts was the first American awarded the Croix de Guerre. He wasn't given the Medal of Honor until 2015,...

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