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      <title>My memory wall by Olga Kochenkova</title>
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      <pubDate>2019-10-16 01:54:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Individual writing</title>
         <author>olgakochenkova</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>can be posted here for other students and tutor to read, comment and praise! Can be adorned with pictures/photos and supported with links.  <br>Enjoy your writing!</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-10-16 07:11:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <author>olgakochenkova</author>
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         <pubDate>2019-10-17 03:58:04 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>First time of speaking  foreign language</title>
         <author>Olya_Klimova</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I have a vivid recollection of <strong>speaking </strong><strong><mark>foreign language</mark></strong> for the first time. I was 14 years old and I was <strong>fascinated by</strong> my first trip abroad. My parents were excited about the chance of visiting China - a country with absolutely different culture and lifestyle. As for me, I was a bit concerned  about that, because  my parents didn't know the language and I was too uncertain about my ability to speak English. <mark>But </mark>the idea of having parents near me made me feel protected from anything unpleasant. <br>China<strong><mark> is appeared </mark></strong>to be a <strong>stunning </strong>country with unexpected weather and extremely friendly people. We'd spent around a week in a magnificent resort city before we went to Beijing. Those days the city had been<strong> preparing </strong>for <strong>the Olympic Games </strong>and the city was full of tourists. I can easily recall the hotel we'd stayed in and the hall where I was waiting for my parents. I <strong>was really </strong>impressed <strong>with</strong> the walls with breathtaking pictures and stunning sculptures. I was focused on scrutinizing the hall when one young Chinese man suddenly said "Hello" and asked me about my name. I was embarassed by this but answered his questions. Then he asked something else. I answered again and then I realized that I'd been <strong>delighted</strong> with chatting to him. He praised me for being accomplished at English (I was flattered by this copliment and I didn't feel worried about my communicative skills anymore).  It turned out that he was an architect and he'd come to Beijing for buliding a new stadium for Olympic Games. It was so thrilling! I couldn't believe that I had been talking to a foreigner for 5 minutes! Unfortunately, our talk was <strong>tiny</strong> because my parents <strong>came in for me</strong> and we went somewhere. But I still can recall the moment of going out of the hotel after my first talk to a foreigner when I realised my desire of further studying English. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-10-20 14:08:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Methods to record information I need</title>
         <author>evd_sofya</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Nowadays people have an information overload. Being engaged with a huge number of things, <mark>a person</mark> <mark>couldn’t </mark>cope with all of these tasks without recording the stuff <mark>he/she</mark> needs to remember. Fortunately, there are a lot of <mark>ways for recording</mark> information. Personally I prefer <mark>simple and quite boring</mark> methods. Sometimes I make a list of tasks. This technique is used usually for the pieces of work I am going to do shortly. One of the most essential advantages is the fact that tasks are listed in order of importance. Moreover, I’m pleased about crossing <mark>done tasks</mark> out. But I’m not sure that this method is really useful for memorising the information. <br><br></div><div>I do like making notes. A person <mark>always is able </mark>to find either a piece of paper or a smartphone to do it. I write down key words and then these notes trigger a memory of the whole thing. The problem I often<mark> face with </mark>is that there is a pile of sheets, so it’s practically impossible to find the one I actually need. <br><br></div><div>I’d rather use Google calendar to provide myself with an opportunity to check all of the appointments and arrangements at any time. And now I’m accustomed to notifications of this app that remind me about important events in advance. I’ve found only one disadvantage of such kind of applications and I’m really disappointed with it: I guess someone’s memory becomes selective as a person knows where to look for the information. So there is no need to keep it in the head. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-10-21 03:30:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>How do I record information?</title>
         <author>warshlassky</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div>Speaking of information we need to point our attention to the fact that living in a modern world we have a huge variety of thing in our heads. Some of them we try to memorize, some just stuck in our minds like music or rhymes. I would say that sometimes we should first get rid of some extra information, to have space for something really worth it. <br><br></div><div>As for me I’m not a quick-witted kind of a person, so it takes me some time to concentrate on certain thing.  I really think that one should have some time to put everything together and give it an appropriate place in the “Mind Palace” as our mid was once brilliantly called in a popular series about Sherlock Holmes. More over I had to teach myself how to make notes (in their numerous forms and variations) and use them afterwards. Simple words or even pictures can easily trigger a memory of a conversation or a situation, so I usually try to have a paper and a pencil in by backpack. But it’s an old fashioned style for recording information.<br><br></div><div>Luckily nowadays we are surrounded by a huge amount of different electronic  devices, that were created to make our lives easier. Now all we need is a smartphone to tap on a screen and our note is ready. I often take pictures at work – home tasks, copybooks, some interesting situations – they all go to the memory of my phone so I can fish them back as soon as I need it. <br><br></div><div>But at the same time there are people who say that one should not rely on modern technologies as they can cause a lot of troubles. And leaving all this digital footprints we make ourselves dependent on the Internet and devices. However making notes and pictures on your phone is still a perfect (for me) way of recording information.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-10-22 14:50:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <author>nata_chayka</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Today we  have a great variety of methods that can help us to commit things to our memory. Some people prefer to use doodles, others are fond of keeping a bullet journal. It is only a question of preference. Speaking of myself, I can't say I have a good memory, it is rather a selective one and I really must do some efforts to jog it. There for there are some methods thatI find useful in committing things to my memory.<br>First of all - making notes. This method isn't cutting-edge but it still works perfectly so there is no need to recreate the wheel. Look through your notes and they would trigger your memory. <br>Another option could be lists. You don't need to be adept at making it, just take a piece of paper and a pen or use your phone to do it. After all a list would help you to recall some important things you need. One clear example of a proper usage of it is when you go shopping for groceries. Try to stick to your list to avoid unnecessary purchases. Additionally, lists could be a great method to jog your memory before an exam, for instance. <br>But sometimes we don't have an opportunity to make a list or to take some notes. If you don't want to run into trouble forgetting something, just use your mobile camera to take a picture of what you want to memorise. I really have a knack for making notes in this way - phone numbers, work tasks, recipes and plenty of other things. <br>On the other hand all of these absolutely doesn't mean that information will remain in your memory. Obviously we try and use different methods not to forget things but I believe the best way to do it is to train our memory. There always will be a chance of loosing your notes or that your phone battery is dead. So train your brain,  memorise as much as you can and do your best.  </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-10-22 16:01:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>My fist friend and my first fight</title>
         <author>eugenij_peshkov</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><mark>I want to tell </mark>you <mark>stories </mark>about my first friend and about my first fight. Those two stories are actually the same story.<br>As a child, I was a weak, arrogant, self-confident child, addicted to evil and practical jokes. I <mark>had been</mark> protected from any retrbution by my sharp, skillful mind, until the day, when the<mark> target of my joke became the guy </mark>of the same type.<br>After school, we had a fight; it was the first fight in my life. And literally right after it, we became friends. Best friends. And we remain <mark>them </mark>until now.<br>Years have passed, we <mark>experienced a lot</mark> together, but the recollections of that day are still vivid. I remember our talk word for word, remember how upset <mark>with </mark>and overwhelmed by <mark>with </mark>situation I was.<br>And it was surely worth it. The award was too high for both winners - we both got a best friend for <mark>whole </mark>life!</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-10-23 06:13:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>memories do not evanesce</title>
         <author>prelovskaiao</author>
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         <pubDate>2019-10-23 18:32:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>My first day at school.</title>
         <author>revakanna1</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Getting down to this story about one of my “Firsts”, I faced a bunch of things. Firstly, I got undecided which one to choose, as some of my memories are quite vivid, but others are vague or even blocked out; and again, there was another point -I wanted to write about something romantic and moving, but not too personal, or something funny but not embarrassing. Eventually, I decided to write about my first day at school. Although I have quite a selective memory, that day I remember in minute detail. <br><br>To start with, I always used to be an extremely serious child, therefore that September 1st was a groundbreaking event for me. I was thrilled and focused, highly anticipating having my first lesson ever, even though prior to that day I <mark>was </mark>bitterly disappointed with the school bag my mum bought for me. I found it so inelegant, if <mark>nor </mark>to say revolting, that even today I can’t flush away the unwanted memory of it.<br><br>Anyway, when together with my mother we approached the building of my school, <mark>although </mark>it was a very small one, the crowd of children and their parents made me feel insecure and rather overwhelmed. However, I managed to cope with those feelings, as I was holding my mother’s hand. <br><br>After some encouraging words of the school staff along with traditional songs, we headed on to our classroom together with my new teacher and classmates. I was ready to solve tasks and recite poems the minute I entered the classroom and took my seat but to my utter surprise, we were not supposed to do anything of the kind that day. We were just getting to know our teacher and each other as well as recognizing some of the children who had been in the same kindergarten together. <br><br>Shortly after, when I returned to my mum, who had been waiting for me outside, I felt slightly annoyed about not writing a single word but still very happy and relieved. Overall, that day was wonderful, and I had no reason to worry about it.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-10-23 19:06:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The most enigmatic part of me</title>
         <author>evd_sofya</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><mark>Our discussio</mark>n about something special from the classroom has jogged my memory about my first English lessons as a pupil. <br>If I’m not mistaken it was the end of 4<sup>th</sup> grade. I can’t remember <mark>neither </mark>my first impression of English, nor the activities, but the <mark>one</mark>. Before the first lesson began, the teacher had told our parents that we had to bring small mirrors with us. The very fact of this was extremely surprising. While the lesson was running, the teacher stopped us and told us to take the mirrors, open the mouth and pay attention to <mark>tongue </mark>movement. I felt really frustrated with and puzzled by how I <mark>should </mark>hold the mirror to see anything and at the same time understand the location of the tongue and make an English sound. If only I had been successful in it! I guess it’s really weird that this embarrassment hasn’t influenced my passion for languages. <br><br></div><div>10 years later when I was studying in the realm of linguistics, I had a task to <mark>realize </mark>a Russian sound by the description of its production. Even in that situation a mirror couldn’t help! My mouth still remains the most enigmatic part of me ;). </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-10-29 16:56:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <author>nata_chayka</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>My special lessons</div><div><br></div><div>If you ask anybody who is studying English to <strong><em>tell  you</em></strong><em> / </em><strong><em>to share an idea with you</em></strong><em> </em>about their special lesson, usually the story is about English. To tell you the truth, the first idea that came to my mind was the same. But to get off the beaten track my story <mark>will </mark><strong><em>WOULD </em></strong>be about my high school IT technology lessons <strong><em>CLASSES</em></strong>. If you ask me what made those <mark>lesson  </mark><strong><em>CLASSES </em></strong>special, the answer won’t surprise you - my teacher. I’m not really good at commi<strong>tting</strong> names to my memory but I do remember that her name was Natalia. And the funniest thing is that<mark> I can’t </mark><strong><em><mark>COULDN'T</mark></em></strong><mark> really trigger a</mark>ny memories about IT lesson before her. She was really a quirky teacher so me and my classmates quickly became friends with her. <mark>We had the same interests</mark> in music, films and even computer games, so because of that we all had something to share with each other. Thanks to her attitude to us the whole group got into IT lessons in a short period of time. I can’t recall any special lesson of hers as they all were quite the same, but what had really committed into my memory was the time we spent after the end of a school day. Generally we were retaking some test or redoing some <mark>logic</mark><strong><em>AL </em></strong>tasks but in most cases it was a group or pair work when we tried to do our best. After <mark>ере  </mark>time  <strong><em>ALL </em></strong>we learned not only IT Technology but also we got the idea of working together. In my opinion this is one of the most important <mark>thing</mark><strong><em>S </em></strong>that a student can be taught at school. (<mark><del>And  </del></mark><strong><em><del>AS WELL AS </del></em></strong><del>how to earn money. </del><mark><del>But </del></mark><strong><em><del>ON THE OTHER HAND </del></em></strong><del>that is an entirely different story =)</del> may be it's not really necessary  to mention)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-10-29 16:56:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>My first pet</title>
         <author>Glukhikh</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>From time to time <mark>I’ve got </mark>bright flashbacks about the day I remember vividly. I was only about eleven years old when my parents <mark>were </mark>deeply engaged with paving the way to my future successful life. Some time before they had already <mark>accomplished the decision</mark> of my admission to the language Lyceum and then didn't miss an opportunity to please me with this news.<br><br>Nevertheless, I’d been always <mark>sticking to the knowledge of my parents’ endless love</mark> to me and my younger sister. Therefore, at the day of my planned admission my beloved mother decided to <mark>mark my improvement</mark> and make one of my dreams come true. <br><br>We were strolling from the Lyceum to the bus stop when <mark>recognized </mark>a minute box with tiny kittens. I couldn’t help asking my mum to take one of them home. As she was on a positive note she simply agreed to gladden her child. It would be needless to say that this substantial moment had been committed to my memory for ages.</div>]]></description>
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