Today, we went out to Petergof, and I managed not to get lost on my three metro transfers to get to the meeting place. Considering that I get lost almost everywhere I go, this was a major accomplishment. I have to factor in time for getting lost every time I go out somewhere. It's pretty ridiculous and I can't wait until I know my way around better.
Anyway, we went to Petergof; which was the summer palace for Peter the Great. It's modeled on Versaille, and has a fuck-ton of fountains and parks. And a lot of palaces. It was raining, so everything kinda sucked.
I never really know what to say about stuff like this, so maybe I'll just throw up a couple pictures for you guys to look at. They're all outside because I didn't want to pay $4 to take dark, blurry pictures of the inside of the palace.
When I got home, I realized that I still had to do homework for the political science class. Homework here usually isn't that big of a deal--one or two exercises and a half hour later and you're done. The poli-sci prof had assigned us an article to get off the internet and read, and then write a one page response. He said that the article would be 2–3 pages and pretty easy. This essay turned out to be 10 pages (and we're talking Russian pages, not the sissy American 8.5x11) and one of the hardest things I've ever read. I have trouble reading Russian quickly on paper, and I can't read it silently on the computer at all. So I had to sit there reading the entire thing out loud to myself and kicking myself for not at least looking to see if there was an English translation online that I could have checked my understanding against.
I'm pretty ashamed to admit this, but I was so frustrated by reading this article and the fact that the professor lied, that I cried and had to call Rob. It was pretty awful. Politologia has now definitely replaced razgovornia practica as my least favorite class.
*Gross warning. Skip this paragraph if you don't want to hear about my infected nose.* Anyway, my nose piercing got infected, or, rather, I didn't take care of it and a bump of nast built up. This is super gross. I wasn't sure what to do, but when I had to take my piercing out for graduation, the dude at Black Hole who put it back in said that re-piercing (sticking the needle in again) cleaned shit out. So. I lanced my nose ghetto-style with a safety pin. And it was seriously nine different kinds of gross. But now the bump is smaller, although my nose looks disgusting. Oh well. It'll heal.
Anyway, we went to Petergof; which was the summer palace for Peter the Great. It's modeled on Versaille, and has a fuck-ton of fountains and parks. And a lot of palaces. It was raining, so everything kinda sucked.
I never really know what to say about stuff like this, so maybe I'll just throw up a couple pictures for you guys to look at. They're all outside because I didn't want to pay $4 to take dark, blurry pictures of the inside of the palace.
When I got home, I realized that I still had to do homework for the political science class. Homework here usually isn't that big of a deal--one or two exercises and a half hour later and you're done. The poli-sci prof had assigned us an article to get off the internet and read, and then write a one page response. He said that the article would be 2–3 pages and pretty easy. This essay turned out to be 10 pages (and we're talking Russian pages, not the sissy American 8.5x11) and one of the hardest things I've ever read. I have trouble reading Russian quickly on paper, and I can't read it silently on the computer at all. So I had to sit there reading the entire thing out loud to myself and kicking myself for not at least looking to see if there was an English translation online that I could have checked my understanding against.
I'm pretty ashamed to admit this, but I was so frustrated by reading this article and the fact that the professor lied, that I cried and had to call Rob. It was pretty awful. Politologia has now definitely replaced razgovornia practica as my least favorite class.
*Gross warning. Skip this paragraph if you don't want to hear about my infected nose.* Anyway, my nose piercing got infected, or, rather, I didn't take care of it and a bump of nast built up. This is super gross. I wasn't sure what to do, but when I had to take my piercing out for graduation, the dude at Black Hole who put it back in said that re-piercing (sticking the needle in again) cleaned shit out. So. I lanced my nose ghetto-style with a safety pin. And it was seriously nine different kinds of gross. But now the bump is smaller, although my nose looks disgusting. Oh well. It'll heal.
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