I’ve wanted to be an exchange student in Japan, and I was wondering if it would be possible. I’m a freshman now in the U.S. and I wanted to go to Japan during my Junior year. My family is pretty short on money, though. Is there anyway I could go? I have very basic knowledge of the language, and only know the hiragana alphabet…
I’ve taken four years of spanish in high school, but I know my vocabulary is still quite limited. I’ve noticed that foreign exchange students who don’t speak english very well when they first get here are very fluent and comfortable with it by the end of the year. I want to become bilingual plus i have friends whose relatives speak only spanish so when i’m staying at their houses i can barely understand what some ppl are saying. I would like to be able to have a convo with them too. If I lived in mexico for a while how long do you think it would take to become fluent and comfortable with the language???
The person I got likes to read, is the editor for the student newspaper, likes rock music, and likes art.
I have no clue what to get her. Help!?
Also, it has to be something we made or have already, we can’t buy anything.
Thank you =]
The person I got likes to read, is the editor for the student newspaper, likes rock music, and likes art.
I have no clue what to get her. Help!?
Also, it has to be something we made or have already, we can’t buy anything.
Thank you =]
Well it’s kinda complicated but let me explain:
2006-2007 : we’ve been together
2007-2009 : he went to cyprus and we broke up ( i broke up though he didnt want to)
2009-2010 : we’re together again
We are together since september 2009 and lately he told me that by the time he were in cyprus , he had 3 kids with 3 different girls…( I know he had the right to coz we werent together then) But i feel like shit about it and he’s suffering because of it , i mean suffering really bad…it even makes him cry sometimes.
Anyway , im afraid he would go back to one of them in order to be near his kid. They all went back to their countries ( they were exchange student in cyprus)
what do u think??he changed a lot because of it ? he told me that he loves me and that he will never ever leave me But what if???
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I want to go in an exchange to Alaska; any one know if there are any scholarships available for exchange students
I know a saw a website once where you could create a profile to find a Japanese friend, and then after awhile you could take turns visiting each other for a few weeks. Now I can’t find it!
My boyfriend and I have been together since he was 16 and I was 17 (and we have evidence of this). We’re both 20 now. I’m a flat-ass-broke college student but I managed to save enough money to visit him for 3 months in Uganda when I was 18. We have plenty of evidence of this, in addition to years of e-mail messages, exchanged photographs, and so forth. I always called by phone card but have been using Skype for the last 8 months or so, so the Skype charges show up on my bank statements (which I save).
We’ve talked about marrying someday, but not until I am out of college, finished with the Americorps (1 year), and finished with at least 2 years of work. It will be another 4 years, at least, and probably more since I’ll have to save up enough cash to visit him again, shortly before we apply for the visa.
My concern is my income and the required Affidavit of Support. By all means, I’ll meet income the requirements, but I won’t have a whole lot more. I expect that I’ll be making $10-$14 an hour (15k-25k a year) upon my Americorps completion as an experienced administrative assistant, hopefully full-time. My only assets will consist of my motorcycle ($2,700 currently) and, if I’m lucky, my own mobile home ($2,000-8,000).
Yeah, I know, I was born white trash and I’m probably going to stay that way. I will meet the income requirements, but again, most likely I won’t be making much more and I won’t have crap in terms of assets. If we meet the rest of the requirements (and, of course, are still happily together another 4+ years from now), will the fact that I barely meet the income requirements severely hurt our chances of being approved?
And if so, would getting married and then applying for the K3 visa improve our chances? I really don’t like this idea, for a few reasons:
1. Getting married and then spending months apart from each other? That sucks. . . .
2. Getting married and then applying, and still getting denied? That’s nerve wrecking and even worse.
3. Getting married and not getting approved within two or three years? That’s probably the heartbreaking end of our relationship. We’ll be almost 30 by then.
I know I’m thinking very far into the future, but when I think about Americans who marry foreigners I think of the upper-middle-class white guy with a $200,000+house and $5k in the bank, not someone like me.
Do poor people like me have a shot at this process, too? And would applying for a K3 visa [after being denied at least once for a K1 visa] drastically help our chances?
Thoughts?
Thanks 
I’m thirteen and my mom is an author. I’ve always loved writing. Think I have a future in the biz?
PS this thing doesn’t let me indent ughhhh…
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“So run this by me again – you want me to act like I know who she likes, coax her into telling me, then transfer this information to you, and all the while somehow keeping you from blabbing it to everyone in the school?”
“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”
“Oh, then that’s an easy one: No.”
I was no stranger to saying no. It kind of comes along with being the friendless, silent loner that doesn’t know how to accept compliments and isn’t afraid to beat your face in any time, anywhere. When it comes to saying yes, however, I’m in uncharted territory. That is, when I’m talking to my brother.
With everyone else? I’m still the silent loner who doesn’t know how to accept compliments – minus the beat-your-face-in part. That’s just for my brother Drew. To the rest of the school, I just kind of do my own thing and we leave each other alone. I fly under the radar and nobody notices me. But based on my experience, this isn’t always a bad thing. I’d rather go unnoticed that picked-on any day.
Which is why what Drew is asking me is so insane. He wants me to just walk up to Clarissa Carter, a.k.a. alpha female of the school and elementary arch-nemesis, and figure out who she likes. Because he likes her. Because everyone at my high school thinks she’s the hottest thing since the sun. So of course, I had to point out the obvious and break my brother’s never-gonna-happen bubble. Since that’s what I do. I break bubbles. I unleash misery. I tell small children that Santa Claus is an excuse for their parents to buy them cheap crap at the dollar store so they’ll stop whining for a few weeks.
Sigh. “Andrew, I’m a social outcast and even I know that Clarissa has a college boyfriend,” I tell him that day on the bus. Because that’s what good-looking, toothpick-resembling high school teases do. They get bored of us “little people” and go prowling for new meat. And there’s nothing more exciting for a college guy than telling his friends he’s going to deflower this little virgin before Christmas. Which, when you think about it, doesn’t really apply. Considering that Clarissa’s mom is Jewish and all.
Andrew frowned. He shook his head. “Okay. Minor setback. But I bet you anything the guy’s a tool.”
“And what do you call three-fourths of the male student body?” I prompted. Drew’s face fell again. We aren’t actually related – just adopted by the same foster parents. Still, we’ve been together since we were infants and we have a sibling connection. I’ve beat him up, he’s beat me up. We’ve been through a lot. So I’m definitely concerned when he starts exchanging anonymous letters with the most popular girl in school via small pieces of paper hidden under the keyboard where they sit in the same seat for computer class. It started out with stupid stuff but Drew has saved all the letters and it actually seemed like they could have a chance. If everyone else in the entire school just, I don’t know, died simultaneously.
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i have math and history of modern china with a guy who is autistic. i am in class with him 4 days a week and i didn’t realize he was autistic until the past couple of weeks. the first couple of weeks of the semester i gave him funny looks and laughed at him, because i thought he was intentionally being obnoxious and was just not taking the professor seriously, or was purposely calling out to be a menace. i thought he was annoying. then after a while, it clicked. he is autistic. i feel horrible for not understanding sooner. even now i don’t fully understand what he’s going through in class. but i feel guilty for just thinking he was socially awkward. i had a hunch he was autistic but i cracked a joke last week with one of my classmates and he took it literally and made a scene a few students chuckled and he got really upset. that’s when i was certain he was autistic. he interrupts class more often than not because of his disability asking the professor things or saying irrelevant remarks. some kids make snyde remarks or exchange annoyed faces at one another. i was like them too in the beginning but now i’m understanding he’s not like us. i wish we were more aware of autism. i look at him and i wonder what’s going on in his head of his he’s always staring at the tiles or out the window, he’s gotten 100s on the tests so far. i really wish i could tell him how amazing it is for him to be in school. although i am not autistic, i have severe anxiety. i too sometimes have trouble being in class and being in the moment because my emotions are all over the place. he has the opposite burden. he is incapable of connecting, where as i’ve picked up on social cues so much to the point where i’m scared people are making fun of me, although they aren’t. i just feel for him, he’s so isolated. i’ve felt isolated for a long time. i wish the general population were more educated on autism. it would makes things easier on everyone. does anyone have any suggestions for me to say to my classmate
