Aug. 19 – Felkészülés nemzeti ünnepre Budapesten

Táborbol könnyes szemekkel távoztam, fuvart Iringó és barátja kedvesen nyujtott nekem. Keleti Pályaudvarban letettek (persze ott maradt a kulacsom nagy sietsegben, de jo oka venni még egyet, szerintem már jo penészkert volt a tetejében, hiába sikáltam, a fekete maradványai mindig ott tündöklöttek.) Majd átvágtam a pu-on, nézve az időt, még kb 1 és fél óra mig megjön a Franciaországban volt Cseh szobatársam. Gondoltam, perfekt, addig átmegyek az Andris lakásába, ott van meg egy böröndöm, esetleg zuhanyozok (ez eléggé prioritás volt a fejemben, hiszen már 10 napja nem voltam zuhany alatt, es a hajmosást is amit lerendeztem tabor utolso napján az utolso kiöntendő ivóvizzel- azt hogy hová öncsem es mire lehet hasznalni nem szabták meg- csak annyit csinált, hogy az elso réteg koszt lemosta a fejemről). Aztán kinyomtatok valami program infot a holnapi napra. Ekkor írt nekem Tomas, hogy kesik, en meg visszairtam, hogy ok, s mit szól ahhoz hogy menjunk gyogyfurdobe vagy ma vagy holnap este. Erre visszaír, hogy “Ehhh…nem hoztam fürdőgatyát.” Prima. Nekem nagyon mehetnékem volt egy gyógyfürdőbe, ezért írtam, hogy most megyek neki talalni egy furdőgatyát, amire irja, hogy “sok szerencsét, tudod hogy nagyon válogatós vagyok…” s erre meg en: nem erdekel ha nem teteszik neked, azt fogod hordani amit veszek… Rohangálva 2, 3 üzletbe: használt ruha üzletbe, sarki kis rongyturkálóba, aztán komolyan tiszta utolsó percben találtam egyet, 5 percel mielött a ferfi bolt bezárt. Egy “s” méretet vettem, csak ránézésre, utolsó példányt. Késöbb kiderült, hogy tökéletesen ráfért. Azt hiszem tehetségem van erre – a hosszú bevásárlások nekem nem sikerürlnek, csak amikor bemegyek, s 2 perc mulva a szerzett holmival a kezemben kisétálok.

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Aug 18 – Utolsó Tábori este a MCSSZ-által tervezett VVK-n

Aznap letettem 3 irott vizsgát, vizen bojázás pályát kajakkal, kenuval, egyedül, aztán Iringóval kettesben, vízböl mentést Kenuval, dobozsákkal partrol mentést, s ezután 4 szóbeli vizsgát is – ezek egész estig tartottak amig szungyogfészek költözött a fejünkre, ezen át is kelett gondolkozni.
De a felkészülés, éjszakai tanulás, napi öt orás kajak/kenu edzések csak gyümölcsöt produkáltak, mind ezen tulesve, már a 2 perces víz szuneteket megszokva (amiben megvolt a pisilés is), s napi száz egy-más szóviccektöl hasongurulásos nevetést tulélve, következett a “lelki” tisztulás.
Már két napja dolgoztak a törzsi tagok valami gödör-kunyhón nem messze a tábortol – ennek a célját csak ma este tudtuk meg. Vacsora után elküldtek minket fürdőruhát felvenni, s sorakozni a kunyhó elött. Kiderült, hogy belülről hársfa levelekkel, kivülről vastag vászonal bevont, folyóparton talált nagy kövekkel meg izzó parázzsal fütött természetes szaunát készitettek számunkra. Beültünk hatan, s egy csodás 20 percet töltöttünk oda bent. Először is, elképesztő ötlet megvalositását éltünk át, hársfa illatal teli forró levegőben tisztultunk meg, körbe adva egy csésze vizet, hogy potolhassuk az elveszitett vizet amit időközben kiizzadtunk.
E-20 perc után irány volt a hüvös duna. Mindenki párolgott a hirtelen hő változástol.
Törülközés után tényleg olyan puha, kipihentek tünt a testem, csak mosolyogni tudtam. Ezután az elme-tisztitás következett. 20 percet kiküldtek a folyó partra, elmélkedni. Kőre ülve kinéztem, a holdfeny elöttem, vissza verte a víz, körülöttem ezer bogár nyüzsgött, némely ciripelve, mas a vízfelületén siklodva, békák brekegése közepén, én is probáltam beleolvadni mint rész ennek a természetes, életdús világnak.
Ezek után mindenki hajófedélzeten megkapta a kék-fehér csíkos emléknyakkendőjét. Ezek után ünnepi desszert várt ránk: pudding és gyümölcskompót. Nem is tudom hány ora volt, de már ugy éreztem hogy lassan kikapcsol az agyam, mindegy milyen pozicióban vagyok. Szerintem már aludtam mielött a fejem párnához ért, de az biztos, hogy egy széles mosoly volt az arcomon.
Milyen is lessz majd visszalépni civilizációba?

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Some thoughts about the #1 High School in the US: TJHSST

I went there.

At first it is a revolting idea to start something very different than what “the norm” is, but eventually – if it works – enough people catch on and that becomes the norm, the old becoming outdated….

At TJ, we aren’t afraid to try the new, to push ourselves beyond what is the “average”. In fact, we have created a new “Average”, which has been defined at TJHSST, so growing up in that environment puts the expectation on the whole lot. It is those we search to admit into the school, who will live up to that “average”, and not be happy with the “norm” in America.

Other schools sometimes call us snobs, “We think we are better than everyone else,” But if you consider it from a certain standpoint, isn’t it true? Outscoring the US average on every test, we get told about a state test the day before – because that test is for the average, not the above average. We have our own tests, our own bars to set. Those people who think we are snobs are only jealous of our tireless effort and drive to be the best.

But, if we didn’t “act” like snobs, maybe it would help.. so instead of creating a fence around our school, we could let the culture pass to bordering schools. All that defines TJHSST, is driven by the students, followed by the teachers. New teachers learn how to teach as we “command” them, they learn how to adapt. It is the students who are in power, just as Thomas Jefferson imagined the US to be – governed by it’s people. I think the next step should be the students having a say in what teachers to hire, having actual students interview potential teachers.

Coming out of the school, every student knows what hard work is, and respects those who also engage in hard work, rather than becoming jealous at their collegue’s success (after they work harder than they do). If you invest time in something, it is surely to succeed, but you have to have patience and believe.

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Welcome to Portland, Keepin’ it Weird

Note to self: Thursday night is a bad night to go out if you have work the next morning… in general, that is, but sometimes one needs to make sacrifices. And sometimes those sacrifices are actually worth it, given the experience one has.

Wow I’ve been writing way too many formal documents.. So. Yesterday was my cousin’s birthday. The day I flew to Portland, he picked me up, and asked me if I’d be DD (not drunk driver, but designated driver…) for his birthday. At that point, I was well rested, happy, ready to start work, excited for new things. Didn’t even think about it, said sure, no problem.

Had I thought ahead of time, I would have realized that his birthday is on a Thursday, and he’d want to go out Thursday night. Seems normal, right. Here’s the catch: Thursday != Friday => If I go partying Thursday night, I still have work the next day, and like every other day of the week, I have to wake up at 6am.

So being DD.. means I got home at about 2:30am, went to bed at 3 and got about 3 hours of sleep, and then expected to function the next day. For those people that may not have jumped to this highly intuitive conclusion: BAD IDEA.
But I was willing to make a sacrifice for my cousin, and said, ok, I’ll survive.
And I think It was totally worth it. The experience I had was one synonymous to the title: a kind of taste of night life to Portland, OR, where I finally understand this bumper sticker: “Keepin’ Portland Weird”

Here is the highlight of last night’s adventures:

After going to a conveyor-belt sushi bar, another bar with a lot of game tables, and a dance club called “Dirty”, the token gay guy in our group said: “We need somewhere better,” not that we hadn’t bar-hopped enough already.

We leave the dance club, and walk down the street, passing an outside courtyard area that slightly caught our attention: an outdoor tent area with a “pen” of feathers and mattresses where they had hired three girls dressed in cheer-leader-like clothes who were clearly supposed to be emulating a pillow fight in the middle of a ring of guys.. however, there was no one in there and the girls were obviously bored out of their minds :D [weird point no 1]

So here comes [weird point no. 2-infinity] Walking further, i look ahead, and spot a sign in front of a club saying “Female Impersonators”.. think to myself out loud, “what the heck are female impersonators??” The guy i was walking next to just gave me an amused look, and laughed: “..You’ll see :D , ” Ah so that’s where we are going! o_O As we get closer, we start passing more and more people where their genders were highly questionable – in both directions.. females that looked quite convincing, but there was just something not right: large cheekbones, enormous bone structure, fake hair… It’s like spotting a phishing email: if only one thing looks wrong, it’s not necessarily a phish, only if multiple things just create a picture of, oh this can’t be true…and of course, there were slightly smaller stature male-looking females running around everywhere.

We get to the door, and approach the bouncer (I was of course fumbling around my purse trying to find my ID again.. I’ve never used the card so many times..). After checking it with a cursory glance, he takes this huge stamp and infects my right wrist with these words: “Great Dye Job!” LOL. Rainbows to the max..

And inside: dance floor, bar, coat check, tables… all normal.. but they might very well have been upside down, because the inhabitants of this bar completely turned what is considered normality in the normal society, completely upside-down. Groups of these female impersonators dancing like it was no tomorrow, as well as hipster-dressed males.. there was barely one human in there that looked “normal”..

Well, at least gay guy was happy :) I just tried absorbing this scene, and truly enjoyed watching all the weirdness that Portland had offered in just 1 night…

Of course that doesn’t mean I didn’t hate myself the next morning, but the experience was definitely worth it.

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Intel Interview

Friday the 17th of June. Woke up at 6am for the 8am interview. First half of the day was filled with 3 interviews: a behavioral one, a technical one, and a decision-making one. Met with 5 different people. For lunch, they took me out for lunch at a Tai restaurant, brilliantly choosing two younger people to take me out. They told me “now is the time you can ask us any questions you wouldn’t want to ask the ‘older guys’” Then we somehow ended up talking about hunting for about 20 minutes.
I was feeling pretty good until lunch, and through it too, but afterwards I felt the worst jet lag come on, coming from Toulouse, where they are on GMT+1, and I was in time zone GMT-8. For mathematically challenged (or if you’re just lazy), that’s 9 hrs of change, effects made “better” by the food being digested in my stomach. On the ride back, I nearly fell asleep in the back seat of the guy’s car, and felt like I was dreaming walking back into the building. I made myself the biggest cup of coffee I have ever made in my life.. since I don’t drink coffee.. it was supposed to make me feel back to normal. haha. more like drugged up.
The afternoon was rounded off by 2 other interviews, during which I hoped I was at least somewhat coherent. Looking around me in the canteen (that’s where all of the interview was held – and I even mentioned to the interviewers how nontraditional that was, but cool.. it made the whole experience less nerve-wracking and more natural, they just said they ran out of conference rooms ..), there were about a dozen other interviews going on just in the one section of the room I was in.
During my bathroom break before the last interview, I walked by an interview pair, where the interviewee looked like he was minorly constipated, he was so nervous. Also, the contrast between the interviewer and the interviewee was huge, the younger, new grad-looking interviewee in a tie and crispy white shirt, dress pants, shiny shoes. The interviewer, older, slightly weathered guy, no tie, comfy pants, relaxed posture.. It was quite amusing to watch.
At the end of the questions, I was lead out by the last interviewer, a very intelligent but kind of quiet Indian lady. Collapsing on a stone bench a little off to the side of the entrance, I breathed hard, heaving kind of a sigh of relief, whew, it’s over.. now the wait begins.

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Life goes on, with a little bit of luck

Yesterday I had this great idea to go biking into Washington DC from near Dulles Airport, a distance of about 38 km / 24 miles. I had been hungry for some exercise after a seven hour plane ride from London, and thought it would be practical since my sister who is living in DC wanted to hang out that afternoon. So why not, it’s only about a two hour ride granted we push through at a moderate pace. So I proposed the idea to my mom who had taken the day off to be with me, and since she’s just as crazy as me sometimes, said it was a great idea.
But… since I was only home for one day, we also just HAD to go berry picking beforehand. And of course on the way there, we ran into the main street of the US open for golf. Mr. Murphy played it well again.. this of course made our little trip out to the countryside a little more lengthy, resulting in a speed-picking of tart cherries and blueberries, but in the end were absolutely delicious, so worth the trouble :)
Afterwards, the ride to DC wasn’t too bad; I didn’t get really tired. We even switched bikes so that I got the one with more friction from the thicker mtn. bike wheels. Something cool: we were amongst the first bikers to cross a new bridge they opened up over I495, the beltway of Washington DC. That afternoon, we paddleboated with my sister, then went to a really good Indian restaurant for dinner. By 21h00, I was ready to collapse.. it hit me so fast. But I did have my reasons: biking, paddle boating, under the sun since 9h30 that morning resulting in a nice burn on my back, not to mention the jetlag from Europe. The thought that I still hadn’t packed my bag for my Interview/vacation in Oregon didn’t help my case. On the way home, I passed out in the car so much, that when I had to get out and walk up to my house, a bout of nausea hit me. I was literally sick from lack of sleep and energy. After a tablespoon of pure honey as a boost, I tried organizing myself (but I’m pretty sure my room looks like someone’s luggage exploded), packed my hiking bag with the most minimalistic packing I’ve ever done (I was not about to pay another $25 to get my bag checked), checked into my flight, and collapsed onto my bed, setting my alarm for 5am, probably three-quarters of the way asleep already.
My alarm was quite faithful, and started happily chirping precisely at 5 in the morning. Normally, one would think that sleeping some time, even as little as 4 hours would help, but waking up, nausea was once again making its rounds through my body…
Nevertheless, my mind felt sound, spirits up. On the way to the airport, the light outside was the most amazing I had seen in a while, the sun coming up at an angle it only does during the longest days of the year, shining towards a backdrop of dark clouds. All of a sudden, my father points to something in the sky. Looking towards his outreached finger, I caught glimpse of the most beautiful double rainbow illuminating the sky towards the airport. I said to myself: if this isn’t a sign of luck, I don’t know what is. I even snapped a picture of an airplane flying stright into the rainbow as we approached the airport. Absolutely stunning.

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Leaving Toulouse




It is easy to leave someplace I don’t fit in. But leaving someplace where you are loved and part of the crowd, have laughed a lot, learned a lot, and met some amazing people.. it is quite the opposite.
My plane was scheduled for an 18h05 departure, and I had not packed anything yet the morning of the flight. However, I got everything together in 2 hours, to be able to enjoy my flatmates’ company for the last couple hours. They prepared lunch for me, put on music, and danced to it with the windows open.
At 10h00, I met with an elder lady I taught Hungarian to the last month, and upon us taking a photo together, she asked me if I had a ride to the airport. I was prepared to take the bus, but she insisted on taking me, so we arranged for her to pick me up at 15h30.
When the time came, my two flatmates and I hopped in the car, the third flatmate to come meet us at the airport from work. After checking in, we had about half an hour to spend together.
This half an hour will remain with me forever.
My Spanish flatmate had brought his guitar; on our way up to the observation hallway on the 2nd floor of the airport, I got a call from another friend, wishing me a good trip, expressing his sadness that he couldn’t see me the night before. Once up there, he took out his guitar and began playing. We sang along with him as I experienced the most bittersweet goodbye of my life. Three amazing young men as my entourage, wishing me all the best for the future, filling me with feelings of true friendship. I will miss them dearly, as well as my one flatmate who couldn’t make it due to some previous engagements. Thank you all for your kindness, sweetness, and love during my stay in the most amazing city of cultural diversity I’ve ever seen.

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The stage is Toulouse

Yesterday’s show put on by the city’s circus community and some amazing art directors, was probably the best I’ve ever seen in my life – the way they transformed the city’s most well-know square (Place du Capitol) into a stage, where the actors were on the outside, and audience on the inside, parades with people walking on stilts, juggling all sorts of things, kids riding on unicycles, a crowd of performers marching with balloons the size of a WV beetle (or even bigger), and some other things that are just simply too incredible to explain in words. In one of the towers erected on the periphery of the square, an amazing DJ filled the city with booming music to which the thousands of spectators pretty much had the coolest dance party. Not to mention the fireworks, naked people covered in paint (females as well as males), huge, three story high wheels of rainbow colors, dude on top a pole, mastering 6 hoola-hoops at once.
This event made me think ever more: I will miss this city and all the fresh ideas they come up with, all the young, open minds, creativity, visual awesomeness, and the fact that one absolutely does not need a car to survive.

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Identitás

Sokszor kérdezik töllem, milyen országbol származom, milyen nemzetiségű vagyok. Itt Franciaországban, nem vagyok biztos mit mondjak. Magyar vagyok, vagy Amerikai? Mert hát igazság szerint magamra cimkét tenni mint tiszta Amerikai, ösztönösen nem tudok tenni, még akkor is ha zsenge huszonkét évemnek a kilencven-hét százalékát George Washington földjén töltöttem. Tehát miért nem mondhatom büszkén, hogy „Én hazafias Amerikai vagyok”? Elmondom: kulturálisan, kérdés nélkül inkább Magyar, de méginkább Erdélyi Magyarnak tartom magamat, hiszen szüleim román-kommunizmus menekültek, engemet tiszta Erdélyi – Magyar bölcsöben növeltek fel. Arrol, hogy véletlenül a tenger másik oldalán pottyantam a földre, én nem tehetek. Magyarul tökéletesen beszéltem, irtam, meg majdnem olvastam is mielött egy értelmes mondatot kitudtam volna nyőgni Angolul. Nagymamák, Nagynénik importálásával, anyukám nyugodtan tudott dolgozni, mig velem és késobb a hugaimmal is boldogan foglalkoztak az e-féle rokonok.

De mégsem mondhatom, hogy tiszta Magyar vagyok. Beszélve Magyar benszülöttekkel, egy-kettő észre veszik, hogy még is, valami nem stimmel. Egy vélemény: „Hát, te olyan vagy mint egy kém, Magyarul tökéletesen beszélsz, bár valamikor fura kifejezésekkel, de a kulturális részröl teljesen lemaradtál.” De egy pillanat! Nem arrol volt szó, hogy kulturálisan Magyarnak érzem magamat? Vagy teljesen zavarban vagyok-e? E-második megjegyzés elmagyarázza ezt a látszolagos ellentmondást: „Veled olyan beszélni, mint egy közép-kórbol kilépő Magyar személyel.” Jó, mondjuk lehet túlozta ez az illető az évszázadot, de itt világos, hogy azt a Magyarságot amit szuleimtol tanultam, Kommunizmus-alatt megfolytott Magyarság. Ezért nem passzol a mostanival, de mégis érdekes merrefelé fejlődött a Magyar nyelv. Vannak olyanok akik megjegyzik, milyen szépen beszélek. Szerintem, csak nem csípem azt az aktuális divatot, hogy belemixeljük a Magyar nyelvbe az Inglist. Nekem nem volt szabad a házban angolul közölni sem szuleimmel, sem hugaimmal; jól belémiktatták azt, hogy mennyire fontos megtartani a Magyar nyelvet.

Ezért, mikor kérdezik a Franciák, honnan jöttem, eléjük tárom azt, hogy „Je suis Hongroise-Americaine”. Tegyenek vele ami tetszik. Azt hogy méghozzá Erdélyi is vagyok, csak közelebbi barátoknak mondom, masképp ott megakad a beszélgetés; tul sokan néznek vámpir rémfilmeket, még azt hiszik, hogy meguntam az Amerikai embereket, s jöttem „kostolgani” a Francia kulturát.

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Strategy

For the past 3 weeks, I’ve been in exam period. Having already taken four of my five exams, one would think that I’d be nearly relieved of all the stress involved with exam period. However, it is not really so.

Let me visualize this: it’s like a steeplechase course. Steeplechase and not hurdles, because hurdles are all the same size. And this steeplechase course is one with five hurdles, one for each exam, but imagine the solar system’s first five planets, and their relative sizes. Now match these up, respective to each hurdle. This is how I went into this exam period: First exam, ah piece of cake. Second one.. not too bad. Third one, ok slightly harder. Fourth one, ah no problem.. and then I look ahead. In the distance, there looms the last hurdle, heavy and thick, oozing with malice, weapons of confusing gas, to make you completely lost in its midst, if by chance you can’t catapult yourself over the top.

This last hurdle is 2 days away: Algebra/Geometry exam – Wednesday, May 25th, 2011. But I am not completely despondent.
This was my strategy, one which I hope really has paid off. First, I have been keeping track of how many hours I study specifically for this exam per day. This numeric is in order to keep me motivated, and to have a goal to which I hold myself. Secondly, I recognized that my greatest difficulty is the fact that all the notes and course is written in french. In order to combat this, I have been diligently translating the important points in each chapter. First I tried to translate all of the text, but realized that dwelling on little sections that are not too important was less efficient than if I just went over the propositions, theorems, corollaries, and remarks written in bold. So after two chapters entirely translated, I rewrote just the bold text. When I stumbled upon notation that I didn’t get within an instant, I highlighted it separately, and tried to visualize, or in case it was just something different than what I was used to from the USA, I’d clarify in the translated notes.

To keep my brain from passing over information, I used other kind of tactics intermingled with this translation. These varied from copying demonstrations, then trying to rewrite them myself, to rewriting the correction of the midterm which I had failed miserably in March. In fact this last one was quite a confidence booster because as I rewrote the answers, they made complete sense, and really didn’t seem as convoluted as it seemed to me that day in March.

Now the killer hurdle doesn’t seem as impossible anymore. In any case, I will have done almost everything in my power to get the highest score I can.

Current tally of hours: 35.5
Goal before exam: 40

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Update: total hrs: 52, exam score: 7.06/20. => need for oral exam with teacher.
Studied another 10 hrs before it the oral exam. Result:
Oral exam completed: Je l’avais déchiré. :)

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