Priceless Experience

Since this is my last year at the American College of Sofia, I decided to write a little bit about the pleasant and the not-so-good experiences. Even though that there are a lot of rules that we have to follow, which we dislike very much, we have gone through countless unforgettable moments, learnt more about ourselves and life as a whole, and met people that have changed us and we are going to remember forever.
Every year there is something new happening – new sections, teachers, people, and rules. I study German as a second foreign language and because of that I am never able to be in the same section with my close friends but I have found the profitable side of this situation – I meet new people. And these people are quite interesting because they are unlike the ones I go out every day with. The situation about the teachers is a little bit different because just at the time when I get used to someone, the administration changes the teacher. For example, every year I have a different teacher in Bulgarian and that is not very pleasant because just at the time that I get used to this teacher and her expectation, the year ends and the next one they assign us a new one. Most of the times I like the change because I believe that there is something more to learn from every new professor. Throughout all of these changes and lessons, I believe that I have found myself – I have learnt more about whom I actually am and where I am standing in this enormous world.
My friends also helped me to discover who I am and to realize that there are people who are actually worth it. There are a lot of people that I have believed that are my friends, will be there for me, and I have been ready to do anything for them but then seen their worse face. I believe that a person should have seen the ugly in order to recognize the beautiful and now I can see how beautiful my friends actually are. They are like my second family because I spend every day with them at school and every Friday and Saturday night we go out together somewhere. Sometimes we feel like we are so uncreative and go to the same places over and over again but there is always someone who has a brilliant idea. Most of the people do not actually like them because they are too loud sometimes and like to go out. We barely talk about school in front of the others because when we are at school we can’t wait for the weekend to begin. Because of that some people make the wrong conclusion that we do not care which actually is not true. We understand how important school is but we know how to have fun and spend time together. I love them but I cannot say that they are perfect: we have had our fights and the “not talking” periods but after all everything ends up perfectly.
Even though we criticize the teachers and the school because sometimes we have so many assignments to do and so many sleepless nights, I am going to miss the atmosphere and the whole experience. Despite the whole drama, gossip and quarrels, I am going to miss my close friends and I hope that we will keep in touch. I am used to this way of living and this routine but I have to move on and meet new expectations and understand that now I am further from childhood and closer to the life of a grown-up person. The experience at the ACS was beautiful, with both good and bad moments; it went away like a few days in my life. When I think of it a big smile appears on my face and I can feel little tears in my eyes because I do not want to let go…

Works Cited: Ameircan College of Sofia. N.d. N.p.,n.d. Web. 24 Nov 2009. http://sofiaecho.com/shimg/zx500y290_624990.jpg

I attached a video with one of the songs that I connect with my friends. We say that this is our song. I am always going to be there for them when they need me and even when they do not. I chose exactly this video because the lyrics can be seen and there are pictures that symbolize friendship

Unforgettable Moment

A beautiful day. I was in an old classroom. It was obvious that it hadn’t been renovated since the school was built. The room was enormous with pinky-reddish walls with white lines on the bottom. Two of the walls had gigantic windows and when the wind blew strongly, it seemed that they were going to fall down. One of the walls, where the teacher’s desk was, had a green board. It was divided in three and each part was for a different subject. In the middle part there were lines so it was for writing, on the left side there were squares for math, and on the right side there was an empty green space which could be used for whatever the teacher wanted. Everything in this room was very old but I felt nice there. I spent one third of my day there so I had gotten used to this place and the people there. I was sitting next to my best friend in the fourth, last, desk, the one that was farthest away from the teacher’s table. As everything else in the room, the desks were old and wooden and they had a lot of drawings on them. I had biology and for sure this was not one of my favorite subjects because I was not good at it. My favorite one was mathematics and I hated all of the subjects that we had to present a lesson – biology, chemistry, and physics. I hated the part when you have to stand in front of the class and to tell the people what you have actually read in the textbooks.
It was five thirty in the evening and I could see the sun calmly touching the enormous green crowns of the trees. For a moment I was at another place. I was day-dreaming that I was alone, walking on fresh green grass, listening to the silence. At this moment I was alone with my thoughts and I felt that I could do anything I wanted – just like some superhero from the movies. But I had to stay in reality. I looked around – I could see a lot of familiar faces, the ones of my classmates. There was this boy that I liked – his name was Martin. He had fascinating blue eyes, blonde hair and a straight, gorgeous nose. He looked like the little boys from the movies that give the impression of angels and all of the audience is in sympathy with him. There were a lot of other boys and girls – some with brown hair, others with black hair and all had different faces and expression, showing that they were bored or really happy because it was one of the last classes that we had to take for the day, but they were not so vivid. Next to me was Joanna – Maria. She was staring at me, obviously wanting to say something, but at that moment the teacher was looking at us with her strict look which showed that we had to be silent even though she understood that almost nobody liked her subject.
Joanna was not like the others. She had a different style – we were eleven years old and she dressed like the girls that were at the age of seventeen. She had straight, very dark black hair, which seemed to be exhausted from all the products that were put on it, and her eyes were the same color. I think that I liked her just because she was not like the rest of the people at this age. Her notebooks were at first look just normal, but when I looked closely at the pages, I could see a lot of drawings that were marvelous. Maybe I was fascinated by them because I cannot draw or because she really had a talent. One image remained very clearly in my mind – a girl looking in a mirror and seeing a princess there. The girl was nothing special. She wore normal clothes, even a little old-fashioned, her trousers were gone at the knees, and the colors were so many and they did not have anything in common. She was at the age of twenty – twenty-four but her face looked tortured by the time. At the other side of the mirror there was a beautiful blonde princess that looked very joyful and satisfied with her life. This picture had a very deep meaning – it made me think of the fact that almost every little girl dreams to become a princess, married to a beautiful prince, living in an enormous castle and having many magnificent dresses. But when these little girls grow up they see the actual life and understand that life is not only happiness and love but there is reality which sometimes can be cruel and unpleasant.
Our teacher called one of the girls, Tsvetelina, in front of the green board and started asking her questions about the way mammals live and what their respiratory system is. At this moment Joanna – Maria and I knew that we could have a conversation. As before every biology class, we had bought our favorite snack “Hrupanki”. We opened them carefully because we did not want to bother the class. The packet was yellow and orange and there were two slices of its chips that were smiling and holding hands on the front of the packet. In this class we invented the story that these happy pieces on the packet were the two of us. We were used to being together all the time – if we were not together, than we were with our families. And I felt like she was my older sister that was always by my side and could made me feel better and help me.
We were talking about the dream she had had last night. She had been dreaming that there were a lot of enormous, black spiders that had long hair on their legs. After that she had woken up and had not slept till the sun rose. This was because she hated spiders and this was the only thing that she was afraid of. I remember my fears too – all different kinds of insects, the dark, strange people, the malicious people from the children stories. I was afraid almost of everything that a little girl could be afraid of. But Joanna was not like me – her fear was of spiders. We continued talking till the end of the period and we were discussing things that were not actually important - we were just relaxing.
I felt that this hour I was carried away in my dreams and memories because I felt better and safer there. I wanted this moment to last forever even though it was in a biology class that I actually hated. I was feeling calm and I had my best friend by my side and my parents waiting for me at home. The bell rang, everyone smiled because it was the end of the school day but I could not smile…

Works Cited: Sunset. N.d. N.p., n.d. Web. 24 Nov. 2009. http://courses.spectrum.sd61.bc.ca/teacherFolders/Environment/Pictures/sunset.jpg

People ALWAYS Want More

There are different cultures and ways of living all over the world and people see things through different perspectives. I think that one fact that unites us all is that people always want more or want to experience something new. This is because of the “baby dreams” that we want to fulfill, the improvement that we want to reach, and the new things that we want to experience.
Let me begin with the dreams that almost every little girl has had. Most of us, the girls, have dreamed to become famous models, live in a huge house, and have a husband like the one Barbie has. As we grow up, we understand that this is not the highest peak that we can reach. This is just one example and there are a lot more just like that one. People dreaming about something and after that realizing that this is not everything they have wanted. This is a very simple illustration but it shows us very clearly that people are never satisfied with what they have.
Furthermore, since the beginning of life, we have wanted and sought for improvement. If this were not true maybe now we would be living in caves, be happy when it is raining, and when we sit by the fire. Generations have gone through different periods and the goal of every next one is to become better. For instance, our parents were eager to see a black and white television and proud when they had one at home, and now it is a normal thing to have 40-inch colored plasma at home. This is a proof that people always want more and willing to reach more.
Another point worth mentioning is that people always seek for a new experience. All of the extreme shows that are made and the opportunities that are presented show that. People want adrenalin. Haven’t you wanted to get in your car and drive very fast? You do not feel safe but you feel that feeling that goes through your stomach and after you stop, you feel free and satisfied. This way people can feel that they are still alive and do something different from the everyday life which with time becomes boring. People do all of these experiments because they want something different.
This need for improvement is maybe the best part of our lives. If we were satisfied, there will not be any sense in living. People will have the same life everyday and they will get tired of living. The point of life is to enjoy every minute of it because it is not everlasting!

Works Cited:

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Barbie. N.d. N.p., n.d. Web. 14 Oct. 2009. http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/ Barbie-Movie-Wallpaper-barbie-movies-407784_800_600.jpg.

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Favorite Destination

Since my partner from Kentucky is interested in traveling, I would like to write about my favorite tour out of my home country. The destination is SPAIN. At first, I was not very excited for this trip but on my way home I felt in some way that I cannot describe. I do not think that there are words strong enough to express this feeling. I felt happy that I am going back home, because after all that is my favorite place on Earth, but at the same time I felt a little sad that I have left that magnificent place. But I will try to describe it and most of all: Barcelona.
The first thing that I was fascinated by was the architecture. The buildings are extremely beautiful and most of them are built up in the old, gothic style. I prefer this style because I think that it keeps some kind of mystery in itself. It reminds me of kings and queens, their majesty and glorious way of life. The way in which the buildings are situated is very unusual. There is no house constructed on a corner that has an angle of ninety degree. If you look at Barcelona from high above, you will see a gorgeous picture where all of the streets have smooth, rounded curves.

The second thing is the monuments which are numerous: Sagrada Familia, Plaza Catalunya, Plaza Real, Park Guell, The Palau Guell, La Pedrera Casa Mila, The Singing Fountains, The Market, and many others. My favorite one is Sagrada Familia. It is an enormous building which was constructed by Antonio Gaudi, who is very famous for designing a lot of legendary places in Spain. Throughout the whole time of the building up nobody knew who the constructor was because Gaudi did not want to be recognized by the people. One day, while he was walking to see what was going on with his masterpiece, a train hit him and he went to a hospital. He died there and just before that told the people who he was. The construction of this building is still going on and it should be ready in a few years. My other favorite place is The Palau Guell. This is the place where Antonia Gaudi had lived. He had made it only for him and the people needed to take care of the park. It is very relaxing and beautiful. I went there very early in the morning and I saw Barcelona on the background of the rising sun. It was breathtaking. The interesting fact here is that among all of the beautiful and rich building that are there, Antonia Gaudi had lived in the smallest one which looks very poorly. From all the stories that I heard about this man, I can say that he is pretty strange.
You should visit Barcelona for sure! Walk down La Rambla, visit a traditional small restaurant, with a lot of flowers and many kind and smiling people, go to all of the monuments and feel the spirit there!

Work cited: The streets of Barcelona. N.d. Picvalley. N.p., n.d. Web. 10 Oct. 2009. .