Yep, I’ve got it now.
^You see, that could have been an entire blog post, probably could have been included in Six Word Memoirs. But on a serious note, it’s almost the end of the program, and I would be lying if I said everyone was as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as when we first got here. Now, don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with getting a little burnout, just asl long as you don’t let it take complete control of you.
On another topic: I’m going to miss this place. Though Narva is not what most people would consider the Mecca of Estonian culture, I’m still going to miss this run-down little city. There is no Hanseatic architecture as in Tallinn, nor any sweeping public squares like Moscow’s Red Square, nor any palaces like those of St. Petersburg. But there are the tree-lined walk ways and a castle that has stood the test of time, seeing the Danes, Livonians, Russians, Swedes, Russians again, Estonians, Soviets, Nazis, Soviets again, and back to an Estonian government. There’s the statue of Lenin at the castle and the T-34 tank on the road to the beach reminding us of the country’s Soviet past.
Then there’s the university. Everyday we would walk our way over and have our classes. We’d have our breaks, during which the water cooler would frequently be empty. We’d have our speaking classes, during which I would stumble over everything I said.
I’m going to miss it.