Team building with Igor

I started Slavic studies at university quite out of the blue. There was no clear reason, no Russian grandmother of Polish boyfriend, it just seemed nice to me. Actually it went like this: I was browsing through a brochure of one of the universities and eliminated negatively. Medicine? No. Law? No. Science? No. Engineering? NO. Communication sciences? Perhaps… But there are already so many people doing this. No. Art sciences? Perhaps… But as soon as I discovered this also included knowing what copper is exactly made of – no no no. Japanese studies? Naaah, I have nothing with Japan. Slavic studies? Yeah, why not?

Considering how hard it is for me to take decisions, this was fairly easy. After I had found that and did some research, I stopped looking for other things. Partially because I felt this was a good choice, but probably also because I was lazy and I didn’t want to end up in a giant dilemma. So after let’s say searching for two, three months, I had made up my mind.

I went to university unprepared, and ended up in a class where everyone seemed to be passionate about either Russian or Polish. There were people who had family there, others knew the Russian alphabet and some grammar, some knew the history. I knew nothing. It was a bit ridiculous. But I went to university to learn all these things – I assumed it had no use to learn them in advance if I’d be learning them there. Call it lazy, but it paid off. Never do too much effort.

“Russian language to the best” or something like that. Source.

I quickly fell in love with both languages. I enjoyed the worlds opening up for me since I now understood some words. Love at first sight. Never did I regret my decision – it was one of the best I ever made. But this year, things changed. After a billion trillion exercises I knew nothing of, I kinda broke down and started hating Russian. Let me put it this way: let’s say Polish is a guy named Jacek, and Russian is a guy named Igor.
Jacek and I would be sitting in our garden, reading poetry together while listening classical music and some ’80s music. We’d have calm conversations and make delicious pierogi in the evening.
But Igor and I… We would be throwing plates at each other, screaming and raging, ignoring each other a few days and then slowly make up with a bottle of vodka and a balalaika playing in the background. For me, Russian has alway been the language of passion and heavy feelings- both good and bad…

You see, Igor and I, we need team building to keep the bond strong so we can be buddies for the rest of our lives. Which might sound ridiculous, but really, team building with your language is very important in case you want to graduate in it.
So here are a few steps in order to keep the love burning.

1. Fall in love

If you don’t fall in love at least once, it will be very hard to maintain and keep on going. Fall in love once and you’ll always know what made you start this – even when you almost throw up after making all the exercises.

2. Find a music band that sings in your beloved language

You will hear the sounds of your languages, which is great, and you’ll want to know what the lyrics mean. You’ll get used to certain ways of saying things, certain phrases and so on. (Warning: it is possible that sometimes in classe, you will feel the need to sing out loud when someone uses a phrases from a certain song.) Music really helps me getting a grip on Russian. The band I’m at the moment crazy about is Louna.

I love their jackets in this picture! She’s totally badass and has a very, very good voice. A crush on the second from left is optional (but kinda inevitable).

3. Buy a good grammar book

In case your syllabus isn’t all too clear. And honestly, chances are high. But a good grammar book gives you a feeling of certainty. You can always rely on it and all the information is nicely put together. I myself was lucky enough to buy one in a group purchase. I’m very grateful to the older students for organizing that purchase. My grammar book is my best friend at the moment.

4. Find an idol who speaks your beloved language

I found one, and guess what she does for a living! If you guessed ‘ballerina’, you’re very right. Ekaterina Kondaurova is my current girl crush because she appears to be an amazing dancer and smart, kind woman. In fact she has many things in common with who I am and above all who I want to be. Though there are many good, great, astonishing dancers, she caught my eye with her maturity and attitude (not only the ballet attitude). It would be totally awesome to meet her in real life!
The best thing about this, is that I watch her talk in videos on YouTube. By that you get to hear the sounds of the language again. Understanding natives speakers is the aim, so listening to them is a good exercise. It will only get more fun to hear your idol talking when you understand him or her.

5. Use it

Talk. Try to find people who speak the same language. Write. Listen. Do something with it and you’ll feel how much fun it is – regardless of all the frustrations it caused you to have, it will feel good once you can use the language. Then it becomes worth it. That’s what you want!

So, in case you want to learn a new languages, keep this in mind, and you will succeed.
I hope.

FAQ to the Slavic studies student

So, what are you studying?

Slavic studies. (Note: in Dutch it sounds more like ‘Slavistics’.)

Statistics? Really?

No, Slavic studies.

What is that? (with a confused voice)

Russian, Polish, the history, literature and so on.

Why have you chosen that? (with a ‘I don’t get it’ voice)

Because I thought it would be boring and nothing for me at all, that’s why.

What will you then, as a job? (with a ‘I don’t understand’ voice)

You guys always make it sound as if these are the most worthless studies one could do. There are many options, they told us, but they never really gave examples. But there is a future for us. Don’t look like you don’t believe it.

Say something in Russian!

Вы всегда хотите что мы говорим ‘что-то’ по русски…

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A few weeks ago, I had a little crisis about my studies. I had been doing so many exercices I didn’t feel capable of, it was exhausting. And then it seemed as if something snapped. Last year I was so convinced that this was perfect for me, but now I wouldn’t understand that feeling anymore. It was tiring, boring, hard. Why was I doing this again? The point is that there is no real ultimate reason for me to do this. I don’t have a Polish granny nor am I born in Russia. It just sounded good. But is that enough? Plus: this year I’ve got some courses that aren’t really my cup of tea. IT for example. Drama. Just drama.
But by now I start to be proud of this again. It starts to be an important side of me again. Somehow, the snapped thing got together again. I’m not as convinced as I used to be, but at least I don’t tend to feel something closer to hate anymore. Which is good, I wouldn’t know what to do if not this… But it will be a hard, hard year. I seriously need to work a lot harder.
I’m too tired now though, because luckily I can still go out as well every now and then…

Not really looking back… only a little bit

You know that feeling when you leave the hotel room or the apartment of whatever you slept while being on a holiday? During your holiday it was full of clothes and towels and teeth brushes, but now it’s empty. Somehow you really want to go home, because home is good, but on the other hand, it was so good here… And still you just close the door behind you and you leave.
That was the feeling I had when I left the room I’ve been living in during the school year. This year has passed by so damn quickly. Mostly I promise myself not to look back, but quite a lot has changed and it’s almost impossible not to turn around once more. The best part of looking back is the fact that I liked this year. Not at all times, of course, but overall this year has been full of interesting stuff – going from Russian and Polish to going out ’till dawn. These studies are definitely ‘my thing’, which is a nice feeling, and going out in the city of my university is exactly what I always wanted it to be. A lot of places to go, each with their own style and music, a bunch of nice people of our age, and not caring about when to return home.

So the confession I have to make is that I’m going to miss it this summer. There’s a great chance I won’t find any work for these months, which means: less money and boredom. I really hope I will still find something, and if not – I’m screwed. Either way, even though it was stressful at times, and confusing and whatever, I will really miss being there, going out there, living there. Which means I’m looking forward to return, and that’s a good thing, right?

Yesterday I went out there for the last time this school year, and when I returned the sun had risen already, it wasn’t dark by far, and I was biking home with this great feeling of having had a great last night now. It was a great ending to this year, better than I expected.

So I’m not really looking back this hard. I’m just being happy with the decisions I have made in general. I only want to ask one thing of you: please stay with me this summer, in case I go insane because of the isolation. Next to that I wish you all a great summer!

Biking home this morning didn’t look like this by far, but it kind of felt like it was me on that horse. Because exaggerating is an art!

The New Life

So here I am, in my own little room in another city, having had a lesson, having met new people. Somehow, it seems a bit surreal. I wasn’t prepared, but I don’t think you can really be prepared for something you don’t really know. The most important thing though is that things are going well! Huzzah! I’m lucky to know some people here, lucky to have my brother who has helped me a lot in advance already. Lucky to not be a loner, too.

I’ve been busy yesterday. We were given information, too much, too vague, we could do a guided tour which I did, I had dinner with some classmates and some older people, I had a reception with free wine and a lot of talking. Even about Roman writers. I don’t think I should complain. For now, the people are really nice. Some of them seem to be so young still… Like kids. But after all, it doesn’t matter that hard. I’m so happy I had a busy first day! It felt like a good way to start the year. Talking to as much people as possible seems to be necessary for me. You might have noticed that, I always need people to love me. Attentionwhoring is my hobby. That’s why I started a blog, right?

There are for sure a few things that have been surprising. For example, apparently there’s a guy doing similar studies, and he’s a good friend of a good friend of mine. How small can this world be? One of the funniest things is that everyone is so predictable. You can easily tell their characteristics. Just from the way they look and act. Maybe I’m just right the same. Who’ll tell?

In Belgium, mostly the people move to the city of their university. Some don’t do it, it depends on how far away you live of course, but for me it’s two hours in a bus, doing that everyday is just suicide. So I moved as well. You can live in a residence or in a building that mostly started out as a regular house. We’ve got no roommates, but we live together with people in a building. It’s always a guess, will they be nice? Will they be horrible? I succeed a girl who wasn’t popular here. But the people in this building are all nice and friendly and I can feel at home here. They’re already a bit like family for me, just because we live here together.

I’m starting a new life and I find it both exciting and slightly frightening.O, and my studies? I’ll try to explain: my studies contain Russian and Polish, but not just the languages, also their history and stuff. It’s about both the languages and the area. They’re called Slavic studies. So nothing with dance after all :). I might perhaps do a year of journalism after this, but I’m not sure yet. Depends on how fed up I am with studying…

Thanks for your support, you people are always so nice, and you cheered me up!