Today was
our first day of classes and it was oral followed by translation. We basically
just spent 3.25 hours introducing ourselves and then translating how our
partner introduced themselves. Plus we got homework; not particularly
excessive, just a little comprehension and translations.
Sasha got
pretty mad today that some people had their passports and some had their
passport photos but not many had both (I had both). We went for lunch in the
cafe opposite the university again and Sasha was sitting next to us and we got
another threatening message to make sure we bring it all tomorrow so we can get
our student cards which provides us access into the library. Talking of
library, we’re not exactly sure where that is and Clara (my French flatmate)
was telling me that she does a private course and they got a full on tour and
maps of the city. We got dumped at a phone shop and told to have fun. Except
minus the have fun part.
We had our
first proper excursion to a hypermarket today. I’m not sure what a hypermarket
is exactly but the word was tossed around a number of times today so let’s just
roll. It’s called лента and it’s pretty glorious. They have notebooks with
different subjects on it in cyrillic so we got русский язик ones just in case
we forget why we’re here. Plus only 30p or so. I couldn’t tell how much fruit
and veg is because it’s by weight so I’d actually have to buy some, but I’m
sure I’ll be craving an apple which isn’t moulding in the corner of my room
soon enough. I got some milk, and is always the problem abroad, I had no idea
what type of skim to buy so I opted for 2.5% and it seemed alright if not a
little funky. When I was asking Valentina if I could keep it in her fridge she
told me it’s good for you when it’s warm by leaving it out. I protested and she
suddenly changed her tune and decided I should drink a full glass of it
immediately from the fridge. As I said, funky. Maybe in small doses but I guess
I’ll be working my way through the full milk range this winter. They also have
Soya milk for the vegans out there. Bread is weird, it comes in full loaves but
really small slices so socially I’d have 3, but in reality, probs about 5 in
one sitting. Coffee is the only expensive thing here and you can get massive
bottles of water really cheap because apparently disease and death follows the drinking
of tap water. The only thing it’s impossible to find and communicate to others
is a travel adaptor. Lucky I managed to get my cheeky free one yesterday but
it’s pretty temperamental and makes a weird vibrating noise which pre-empts an
imminent explosion. Hope my laptop can handle it.
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| Always time for a selfie |
I watched
давайте познакомимся with Valentina when I got home. This episode was a 27 year
old blonde looking for a 28-39 year old man. Some 37 year old came on the
screen and he was fat and ugly; turns out also too old for Valentina who I’d
aim at 60. She turned away in disgust and begin rant about the lack of
buckwheat in England. I agreed. I also have no idea what buckwheat is but she
has quite a few packets of it. And apparently so will I come breakfast time.
She still hasnt cleared up mine or Clara’s breakfast stuff from this morning
and it’s 21:46 right now. She’s also home all day. I’m not entirely sure what
to make of this slobbiness. I guess just roll with it because it’s what I pray
for in housemates in Sheffield.
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| The funky milk |
Also I have
some weird bites all over my arms and I’m the only one. Think I’ll just roll
with it as long as I can, whilst praying for no disease.
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