Waiting...

I inherited terrible luck from my father’s side of the family – well, that’s probably not true. In general, if there is a possibility that something will be simple or extremely difficult for me, it will be, without a doubt, as difficult as possible, but the results are generally good.

We had all our exit testing for the language school this weekend and it’s been interesting. Grammar was good for me, listening was terrible, and reading was decent. Luckily for me, I just gave an oral report on Chechen terrorism, so the words were still fresh in my mind and one of the articles on the reading test was about terrorism.

Unluckily for me, I was randomly selected to do an OPI, so instead of having a 15 minute face to face interview with a teacher at the school, I get to have a half hour telephone interview with Rifkin, whom I didn’t even understand when we were talking face to face. Right now, I’m sitting and waiting for the phone call, and it’s kind of nerve wracking. On the one hand, I’m not worried, because really, I have been speaking Russian all summer (for the most part…), but on the other hand I really want to do well and I hate the telephone, even in English. My teacher told me not to worry because the goal for our level is a 1.5 and even if I don’t speak as well as I normally do, I’ll still get at least a 1.5, but I think she was just trying to reassure me. When she first heard that I was the one who got picked for the OPI from our level, she just looked at me and shook her head and said, “Ой.”

In any case, the score isn’t really important and I should just look at it as practice for the future, because when I go into the military or the intelligence community or wherever I end up, I’m sure I’ll be taking plenty of tests like this one.

Hmm, he was supposed to call already and he has not. I don’t know what this means. Maybe I’m supposed to be somewhere that is not my room? But where? The schedule says home. I don’t know what this means. Ужас.

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