I can tell many stories, but I found just some pictures from our hiking moments and my friends. All else I want you to imagine…
We were in the school — Liana Melkonyan, Lusine Khachatryan and me.
We just met and we were happy to hear from Miss Lusine, that we three are in the group, going camping in Aygedzor. It was my first day being introduced to all and meeting Miss Anna and Miss Irina. We had sleeping bags, food, matches, first aid, medicine, water, warm clothes, all the other things that you’ll need when hiking and great enthusiasm. Spending time around fire and telling each-other different stories, sitting all together refusing to sleep until break of dawn, playing with cards, joking and laughing, we didn’t notice how the three days given us to be abroad passed…
Not a long time after that, back at school with a few new friends — Vivian Gharibyan, Alen Avetisyan, Vera Narimanyan — we shared funny, sweet and even favorite moments.
Oh! I remembered how Liana wanted to knock me out of the camping club, saying I’m «forever asleep» whenever I promised to stay awake with rest of guys!
And she, Vi and Lucy said they got scared I might stab them, when I reached my hand out for handshake, cause of the way I did that the first time we met!
Then I met Gevor, Dave Grigoryan, Sofi, Ani Zmoyan and many more.
I unfortunately lost best part of videos and pictures of out time in Arates with our first trio, when my file flesh malfunctioned… But here are some from Vayots Dzor/ Her-her!
It was really beautiful and incredible. The forests on the hills and eternal ice on the tops of mountains, the fields of grapes, wheat and grains, the mount Ararat being seen from some angles on the highway we rode through — all that views being underlined and consecrated by folk songs, and sun brightly shining ,as if right above it all, was breathtaking!
And of course some heartwarming pics!
Wait! Did I tell you we saw a Mantis?
I forgot to say!
I once (actually twice, but the second time I almost fainted) danced in the hall on the first floor of our school!
There were some fails though… I WAS SUPER NERVOUS!!!
(Sorry, cant upload it here)
This school was a great opportunity to meet different people, such as an albino girl — Inga Babayan. I remember the day we met:
«Hello,- I said, reaching out my hand,- I’m Margarita! You can call me Margo.»
«Inga,- said my new fella, shaking my hand,- nice to meet you!»
«Can I tell you something?»
«Sure!»
«Not until we shook hands, I couldn’t believe I’m not asleep!»
She laughed.
«Really?»
«Really! I saw albino people pictures from abroad and many people with vitiligo even, but never thought I’d see one for real! «
«I’m glad to be here giving you the experience!»
And we became friends. We went together to armenian literature and language lessons. The teacher was Miss Nune.
P.S. — Miss Silva,Miss Juli, Miss Lusine, Miss Neli, Miss Anna, Miss Irina, Miss Marta, Miss Nune, Miss Manik (she doesn’t teach in this school anymore), organizers and dance teachers — all who I will miss and dearly remember! Love you!
And now, at the end, I want to say, that I can’t fit all my emotions and memories into one page, one essay, one file. I want to be quick, as soon the time will come for us to graduate…
I want to say «thank you» to my family and friends for leading me on, and to God for making all possible (c)
Then, I want to thank my teachers in school and life, my fellas, who, sadly, left my side, my friends in the school, that we are going to leave, the teachers who saw me dance and create a moment of amusement or amazement, and said:
«If you try to copy Michael Jackson (when I dance, I do his moves), you must know — he’s a talent not everyone can master»
People say: «don’t copy other’s lifestyle and behavior, walk on your own bridge»
I say: «You may copy, but not everything. Leave something to the one you take inspiration from — the mystery and nuances that make him\her the greatest for you.»
Thank you, the one who inspires me to move on and stay strong
Thank you, the ones who accepted my inspiration and helped me rise…
Thank you… Goodbye…
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