There's something about Middlebury. What a great opportunity: to speak Russian every day, to say you're going to go to the gym and then actually follow through, to play piano every day, what more could I want? What I want is back in Moscow. A good friend once said: "Distance makes the heart grow fonder." He was certainly right about that. There will always be a place for me back in that wonderful city that tries to intimidate innocent people who just want to take a MODERN icon home. There will always be a place for me to tell the story. There will always be a place for me to spend many a lovely afternoon, walking around Kolomenskoye, beating Mike at bowling...but I digress. I'm back in the States and have enjoyed a lovely week at home in Winthrop and Boston, seeing some friends and watching the Sox.
Tomorrow, after long last, I move back into Middlebury for a final summer of singing with Sasha, Seryozha and Lena, of revising teh beast which is my thesis, and making new friends through offering help with those pesky cases. It should be a glorious summer. I'm truly looking forward to what is to come. It will be a bit of a pain to move in, but by the time most of you read this, I will have moved into Middlebury and already having dinner with my classmates. Considering I just returned from Russia, it won't be too much of a transition into speaking Russian. Reading it for me is no problem. I have to make a conscious effort to work on my vocabulary, keep a journal of words and phrases that will come in handy. I'm planning to take Anna Karenina and Russia 9-21st cent: Search for Identity. If I can, I wouldn't mind auditing Stylistics. Yes, I know I already took that class in Moscow, but I wouldn't mind getting another perspective, studying all the different styles of modern Russian. Oh well, I can always read up on it, I did buy and bring home about 40 books covering different aspects of Russian stylistics, grammar, linguistics, etc. My name is Jon and I'm a future linguistic (re: hapless nerd).
I don't know what awaits me come fall, but I will keep an open mind, and keep smiling. I am going to be challenged, exhausted, overwhelmed, delighted, occasionally down, often up, happy, nostalgic, sad, never indifferent, attentive, active, relaxed, loving, caring, compassionate, sympathetic and emphatic, devoted. In the meantime, I welcome these next six weeks as an opportunity to study my ass off, to socialize, to network, to compose a new piece, to sing, to play piano, to be merry, to go to church, to pray, to reflect, to be me.
Keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I begin my final summer at Middlebury! This summer, just like this past week, will go by far too quickly for my liking. Before I know it, I'll be sitting in Mead Chapel awaiting my diploma. Soon you all can call me MASTER Jonathan. In the meantime, Jon will do. Only one person can call me Jonchik, and she's waiting for me in Moscow. ;) Жди меня, и я вернусь...
Thanks to Dad for loading the car, and to Mom for coming up to Middlebury with me. I love you guys! It really is beautiful up here in the Green Mountains, and as tired as I am (still suffering from jet lag, but I'm better today than I was on Monday, when I took a nap at 6:30 p.m and woke up Tuesday at 5:30 in the morning.)
"It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me, and I'm feeling good." (Michael Buble)
"DUCKS CAN'T FLY!" (The erudition of Bobby...tell that to Emilio Estevez)
On that inspired note, I think I'm gonna call it a night. Peace out, comrades! Enjoy your summer! God speed and God bless. Love you all.
Poka,
Comrade Jon
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