Monday, September 20, 2010

Good news for Snow White

Going to an orchard to pick your own fruits are good, wholesome fun activities that cleanse your soul and liver after an action-packed weekend.

The Russian winter had me on my knees and begging for spring. I was allergic to spring and wished for summer. Samara's summer was boiling hot this year and I was aching for fall. Fall is here and I couldn't be happier.

Fall is a special season. Many people describe the air as "crisp and cool." I know that it's fall because there's a special fresh, dewy smell when you walk out first thing in the morning. No high definition could ever capture the brilliant colors of New York trees in fall. I've missed this fall for the past three years. Today, I gave autumn a bear hug and went apple picking with my new classmates-turned-friends.

Autumn didn't return the hug.

Our plan for an exciting apple-picking jubilee was quickly extinguished when we saw a sign telling us that there would be no more apple-picking for the day. Not all was lost because they picked the apples for us and sold a bunch in their farmer's market. I'm not complaining because they picked the good apples.


Nature and gravity also stole the apples from us. As public health students, we are ready to serve the public. I figured that we could put the apples back on the trees so that other people could pick them.

That plan to replace the apples onto the trees surprisingly didn't work out too well.



Fortunately, this farm had a petting-zoo of soft (but smelly) animals to distract customers from the fact that there were no more apples left on the trees for the week. I also learned that there are other well-educated adults cannot correctly or confidently identify different types of farm animals.

Below: Popular fall crops sold at their farmer's market.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Adventure in Americaland

While living in Russia, I learned so much about Russian culture. Makes sense. I concurrently learned about Spanish culture, history, their influence on American history and that they have a high quality of furniture** and shoes.

Meet Diego. He is from Spain. He lives in Russia and spreads the language of his glorious country. Diego came to America for the very first time. He is a man very proud of his heritage and country. During this visit, part of my goal was to prove how great my country is. This is his story.


There are a lot of foreigners--immigrants and tourists alike--in America. To witness the very first moments of a landing on our soil is very special. By special, I mean absolutely humorous. Because he was only here for a short time, I had to pack a lot of America into ten days. The following is a recap of things that made an impression on him:

-A school bus. That was the first thing that caught his eye. He was amused that we actually have a yellow bus that goes around "collecting" students to go to school.

-Nightlife. He was kind of annoyed with the dress codes with some places. The first night, my friends took us to a bar that was very reminiscent of a college party, as seen in popular films. He noted that our population of 'Jersey Shore' characters are very similar to the people in Valencia.
We don't know who these people are but it was taken in a NYC bar. This is embarrassing, isn't it?

-Albany. Please understand that New York City is a city within New York State. Albany is the state capital. Diego was very shocked to see how dangerous Albany is. I was also very shocked to see how dangerous Albany is. One wrong turn is all it takes.

Beautiful brownstone houses off Lark Street in downtown Albany. This is part of the safer side of Albany as we've been told.

-Home security. Rather, the lack of home security compared to Russian and Spanish homes. My windows are locked, but aren't barred or have barbed wires on them. Although I have a sliding door (for example) with a bar that prevents people from opening it, he was not convinced that it would deter robbers. I have two locks on my front door, but for him, it doesn't compare to having a billion locks like in Russia. He was very jumpy for the first few hours in my apartment.

-Suburbia. This just doesn't exist elsewhere. He was surprised how many houses we have because he is used to people living in flats on top of each other. He was also in shock with how many cars we have in the US.

For some reason, it was amusing to him that some businesses and offices are run in buildings that look like houses. My college roommate still finds it strange that some doctors and dentists run their practices from their homes.

This is a view from the Corning Tower's observation deck in Albany, NY. We are looking towards the east over the Hudson River. Diego wants to show his friends that we have highways that are shaped like this.

-Demographics. He knows that the majority of my friends are immigrants or offspring of immigrants, but he didn't really expect so many "non-Americans" living here.

My American friends. Besides Diego, this also excludes Avani (lower left). She was naturalized.

There was a sign in Russian at the tiger exhibit at the Bronx Zoo. The only tiger I saw in Samara was at the local zoo. That tiger did not look like he had the strength to do anything.

-Everyone speaks Spanish. That was annoying in proving a point. He said, "Spain doesn't need to come here to conquer your country because our former colonies already are." He was referring to the Hispanic population.

A moving truck in the Bronx most likely owned by Spanish-speakers. He found this hilarious. I found it hilarious that the front was decorated with American flags.

-American weddings are extravagant and super expensive.

We went to my cousin's wedding. There, he witnessed a room full of Asians, the electric slide, and cocktail hour. Congratulations to Bert and Maricel. Hooray!

-People are generally nice here. Store clerks, gas attendants, and other service workers are much more pleasant to deal with.

-Toys 'R' Us is an American company. It made sense when he realized that the name is in English.
Cindy and Diego in the Times Square Toys 'R' Us store. His expression is very similar to the one I took of my dog when I dressed her up as a pirate. Not happy.

-Go Diego Go! is a popular character. My nephew actually prefers him over me. Fact.

Souvenirs
I'm not one to judge because from Russia, I brought desserts, bacon flavored chips, tea and cookies as souvenirs. Besides the usual t-shirts and shot glasses he bought as souvenirs, he brought home (for his mommy and the rest of his family):
-Ziploc bags. Spanish technology hasn't caught up yet with the zipping feature.
-Sink drain catcher. For the kitchen because it's brilliant.
-Pop-tarts. Chocolate fudge flavored. He got hooked after I took him to he Pop-Tarts store in NYC.
-Granola bars.
-Pill organizer cases with the days of the week and times.

It's one thing to have an experience in the US, but nothing tops it off better than being knighted with a 'Bronx name.' I've never heard anything like this before, but that's because I'm not hip. I convinced Diego to buy a CD from some kid promoting his work on the streets.

Apparently, 'D-Boogie' is a cooler name than Diego.

**Italian furniture isn't really "Italian" because the smart Italians buy the constructed furniture frames from Spain and upholster it themselves, therefore passing it as Italian. Interpret this piece of information as you'd like.

There's no room for fools in school

Education values are different for every person. In the US, it's a common practice for students and their families to go to school on credit. We ask the banks and government for money to pay for university. Non-Americans are usually shocked to hear that it's easy to ring up a half-million dollar bill for a four-year private college. True story.

Some of my foreign friends thought it was strange for me to be so serious about my studies. There's a certain pressure over me when I'm spending invisible money that doesn't even belong to me. I'm not going to mess around.

We, in the US, have a strict no-no policy on plagiarism--on copying the thoughts or ideas of other people--cheating, working together, etc. Publishers are also really big about their copyright rules. My ears have already bled after hearing about the rules for the 12,409,548th time. After being abroad, I realize that this is probably a super strange concept for the international students.
- In Argentina, my theatre/dance professor told me straightforward to go online to copy and paste articles into my research paper.
- I didn't buy textbooks in Argentina, everything was photocopied.
- Russian students can sometimes give monetary bribes to their professors. Unfortunately, students sometimes have no other choice.
- In Spain, you don't even have to go to classes. Just show up to take exams.

Pardon me as it is now high time for me to study until my eyes bleed.