When I was a bratty little 9th grader I thought I didn't have to pay attention to anything that was said in English class. I'd just returned from five weeks in the US, I spoke English with a perfect Californian accent, I knew all the words in our book, why did I even have to be there? This was probably the only time in my life when I was arrogant, but I passed every test...

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A few weeks ago I wrote this post about the struggles of sending snail mail. I wrote about not knowing what to write and where to get stamps. After the post had gone up I thought I´d covered the most difficult aspects of snail mail adventures. Then I found out there´s something even more difficult: Receiving snail mail. Story time! When I cam home from Russia, there was a note on my doormat with the...

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Not too long ago I visited Russia. I thought I was going to have the time of my life, but when I arrived reality kicked me in the face. Hard. Russia itself is nice.  Moscow is great. I'll write later on about its beauty and the things I did and learned there, but now I need to vent. You see, I didn't like most of Russia and most of Russia didn't like me. I quickly...

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