My first debate

barashe haha
Nov 8 · 3 min read

Writing something every day is very difficult. I will do it when I have time for it and enough information which I can share.

Wednesday

I slept very bad at night and a day. I constantly fell asleep and woke up. But it wasn’t so horrible for my well-being. Only one thing that caused me discomfort was muscle pain. Extreme physical fatigue. Okay, not so well being.

At night I couldn’t ran away from my bed and I watched You Tube for a whole night. I’m not happy with myself, but at least I didn’t fall asleep and studied English. I start to thing that I confuse the words bed and bad for a reason that no longer seems ridiculous.

I decided to attend a debate at Lobachevsky University. I have never seen this before; I didn’t know what it means and what people do there. I thought that I will sit and listen how it’s going. It didn’t happen.

Unfortunately, debate participants did not come and I had to participate. I was thinking about whether people would survive if they jumped from the third floor, because it was the only way for getting out of a hopeless situation. I have never felt so helpless. Thanks Anastasia Tsapaeva who helped me at least approximately to understand what’s going on. But it doesn’t mean that I didn’t panic. I have also never felt so stupid in my life. But okay. My first experience was failed (but not so much like polyphase sleep). I have a strong excuse that it was the first experience and, hopefully, far from the last. If I will work hard, I will improve my skills. As always.

Thursday

Because of the debate, I didn’t have time to do my homework, so I had to do it at night. It was really hard for me. I needed to read the chapter in English, but I didn’t have the strength to stand up, so I read lying with my eyes half open.

I started do my vocabulary work and turned on a table lamp. I woke up instantly. It’s a good idea to do it after awakening but it’s hard to do it because I’m so tired.

We didn’t have the second English class. Instead, some of my classmates went to a British lecture. I joined them.

At first, I thought it would be not interesting for me because it was British accent and a topic was more focused on English teachers. I have never been so wrong in all my life.

It was pretty good. No. Not pretty. It was very good. (He said that good is better than pretty. I don’t know if this works in American English but I hope so)

He talked about complicated things so simply, and was constantly joking. And, of course, very beautiful British accent which I love so much.

I have never thought about the changing of meaning of words because of different context. For example, I always thought that the word “interesting” always is a positive word. But it depends on situation. For example, if you have a dinner in the restaurant with your friend and you decide to ask him “Was the soup delicious?” He may answer “Ummm… It was interesting”. Of course, the meaning of the word changed dramatically. Well, it’s interesting (in a positive meaning).

Friday

I ignored my morning alarm clocks at 3 a.m. again. The problem is I don’t even remember how I turned them off. After that I set the puzzle on the alarm clock so that I would solve the examples until I woke up completely. I hope that mathematics continues to have a killing effect on me. Still trying to enter polyphase sleep.

Today I understood that the word pupils doesn’t exist in American English, only British. Okay, minus synonym.

barashe haha

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My name is Nastya. I do not know why I decided to study at LUNN. I hope I will speak English much more better. I love reading and writing stories.

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