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as they say in another place, at another time:
In our case, however, the situation is unique in a certain sense, because finding a suitable topic for narration will be a bit more difficult than usual. The esteemed reader is well aware of all the events of the last quarter; they also guess about the personal impressions of each academician regarding the educational innovations fate has thrown at us.
One way or another, even if my memory of the fleeting events of the best season of the year fails me, after surveying friends and classmates, I will try to dryly and drearily recount the most significant events of summer, as well as my personal impressions associated with them:
What can be said about June? A month, though early for the summer season, fully inspires hope and faith in the upcoming long-awaited rest for students and workers. Spring exams end, students head home with well-deserved failing grades, and schoolchildren unsuccessfully try to recover from the merciless six-in-the-morning academic schedule. In general, I believe that progressive governments of the new world should have long ago eradicated the parasites in the form of so-called "early birds" and shifted the productive work schedule to the afternoon, corresponding to a free white person's idea of adequate labor activity. Have you ever wondered why all formal meetings and useless gatherings are usually scheduled for the early morning hours, while discussions requiring real productive output and feedback from the most adequate members of an organization are always ready to be moved to the afternoon? Exactly.
But let's not stray from the topic. June was memorable for me primarily due to two important events: an influx of new faces into our humble academy, and the final implementation and spread of various religious beliefs, the rudiments of which we observed during spring lectures. What can be said about the first of these: you can read my detailed opinion in the historical exam on Lafrenia. I still do not believe that a dozen of our esteemed foreigners, through the fruits of cohabitation with Sakuratorians, will manage to overcome all the barbaric prejudices accumulated in the world over centuries of mutual hostility and curb the skyrocketing degree of aggression worldwide. However, a continuation of my previous thesis could develop the idea that it is not necessary for everyone to become "friends" with everyone else. It is enough to accumulate a critical mass of powerful alliances, confrontation between which would promise the guaranteed destruction of intelligent civilization, in order to "forcibly" compel the most desperate to moderate their fervor and fear to start bloodshed. Maybe these are all empty dreams, but I still cannot get out of my head the hopeful words of our dear headmistress at the opening ceremony. I really want them to someday turn into truth...
As for the actual state of affairs, to my joyful relief, life at NAILS has not led to any particular conflicts based on ethnic hatred. There were, of course, certain rudiments at the beginning of the month, but fortunately they did not lead to serious consequences for any of the participants. I still hold the opinion that "people" should be evaluated based on their behavior, and it is gratifying to observe that the initial fears of some students have not found much confirmation. Violators of public order should face the same sanctions, regardless of their racial, gender, social, and national affiliation. Only in this way can we create truly productive state hierarchies and achieve success in the economic and technological spheres.
The second part of the month, as I recall, was filled with various religious "elevations," academy walls painted with belief-based symbols, arguments about whose goddess is cooler, and so on. In general, on this point I am inclined to agree with the opinion of our former curator: it is very foolish to permanently tie your life to certain preferences at such a young age. Who knows what you will face ahead, so a sensible person should always have the opportunity to change their own views and worldview at least once. Ultimately, our life does not stand still, and it would be unfair to cram it into the framework of a couple of theses overheard in passing during a lecture or read in a textbook. Belief in something is an extremely stretchable and no less relative concept, tied to our current picture of the world, mental state, and primitive life ideals. It can help, give confidence in a difficult moment, teach something new; however, I still believe that the key figure in moments of conviction should remain the person accepting them, rather than dogmas written on paper.
But let's leave such philosophizing for other essays. What else can be said about June? There were many competitions where I showed a terrible, albeit predictable, result. The only exception was the opening of the so-called "tower," where I was allowed to incinerate a stationary dummy from a supported position using pistol fire, but that could hardly be called a real victory... In general, I liked the competition format, but unfortunately the curator of this event very rarely appears in public, and it is unknown when the continuation of the feast is expected
July is one of my favorite months, if only because in childhood, this was when we always celebrated my cousin's birthday... Summer is fully gaining the long-awaited momentum, workers go on vacation to warm their bones on the beaches of Sanguinaria, students fully enjoy their well-deserved rest, elderly pensioners watch the blooming colors of life with a warm smile. Indeed, can there be a better month in the world? Of all my acquaintances, only one did not like this colorful height of summer: allegedly, too many scantily dressed girls were coming out onto the street))) And what about the various festivals, exhibitions, beach resorts?..
One way or another, within the academy itself, this period was filled with events of the most varied kinds. My friends and I went shopping a couple of times and returned with interesting and useful trinkets and gifts for friends. We shot at targets at the Alm resort and left with cool plush prizes. We visited the local exhibition center and fully enjoyed the amazing curiosities of the kingdom and other trophies from all corners of the world. We dined at a city cafe, spent long evenings in friendly conversations and girlish gossip.
Of course, one cannot fail to mention the presidential elections at the academy. From my point of view, the election campaign was organized in an admirable way, allowing each student to maximize their leadership potential. Unfortunately, I myself lacked the strength in this field to provide worthy competition to the winner, which is certainly well-deserved and fair, but still a little disappointing. On the other hand, I am sincerely glad that the winners of this event were distributed in this way: thanks to this, it became as if easier to breathe at NAILS itself. Many projects useful for students were implemented, and the newly elected leadership showed their goodwill and desire to cooperate with the students of the academy in the name of achieving harmonious and fruitful coexistence and learning at all levels. This is very gratifying and instills hope!
(At this point, Nira barely fought off a sudden wave of nausea, and taking a couple of deep breaths, continued the essay)
August marks the end of summer and the beginning of the autumn season. Still an excellent opportunity for the most hardworking of workers to enjoy the departure of this carefree time, and for others to gradually blend into the atmosphere of changing kaoris colors.
For myself, I could call August a time of peace and friendship. Even if some of the fruits sown in this month only made themselves known in autumn, I still believe that it was then that we were finally able to have a proper good time with my friends and enjoy all the beauty of the waning summer season. Of course, the new competitions slightly marred the pleasant impressions, but still it seems to me that this period was the first since the start of the academic year not marred by any "negative" events or news. Well, yes, our curator changed and the military instructor left, but I have already encountered similar reshuffles of management personnel more than once in educational institutions of Utah. So all that remains is to keep warm and grateful memories of the teachers who selflessly shared their knowledge and skill with us, no matter how strange their methods seemed at first glance.
(Lord, Avariție preserve me, what nonsense am I writing?....)
At the end of summer, a tournament organized according to the president's precepts awaited us. I can't say I performed much better than the previous one, but at least I didn't get eliminated in the first round. I would like, of course, to complain about the unfairly unacceptable conditions into which the rules of this competition confined us. An arena one meter by one meter seemed like an insult for a shooter, especially a pistol shooter, to all the hours wasted on training for shooting on the move. Of course, one could argue here that the winner of the competition was ultimately a master of ranged combat, but I think this was caused primarily by the incredible skill of Gideoshi Gideon, rather than the real advantage of firearms at such an insignificant distance. I would hope that in the future the academy administration will find a way to smooth out the existing weapon inequality, for example by granting us the right to a free round against close-quarters fighters or something along those lines...
Probably, to conclude the essay, I should express some general profound thought or draw a logical conclusion. Unfortunately, nothing of the sort comes to mind at all. Without a doubt, this summer will be remembered by me more vividly than all sixteen previous seasons. It had the brightest different colors, and the palette of emotional tones changed so quickly that the resulting picture is very difficult to appreciate properly without experiencing "its" events firsthand. So I will put it this way: somewhere in another world in another universe of ours, I would agree to live through this summer, instead of a dreary, painful existence within four walls constrained by the granite slabs of the towering structures of a bustling hive-city.
Essay
From my school experience, in such compositions students usually vividly describe their summer vacations spent away from studies: sharing new unique impressions, talking about tourist spots they visited, boasting about adventures in summer camps or family vacations somewhere abroad far from Sakuratoria.In our case, however, the situation is unique in a certain sense, because finding a suitable topic for narration will be a bit more difficult than usual. The esteemed reader is well aware of all the events of the last quarter; they also guess about the personal impressions of each academician regarding the educational innovations fate has thrown at us.
One way or another, even if my memory of the fleeting events of the best season of the year fails me, after surveying friends and classmates, I will try to dryly and drearily recount the most significant events of summer, as well as my personal impressions associated with them:
What can be said about June? A month, though early for the summer season, fully inspires hope and faith in the upcoming long-awaited rest for students and workers. Spring exams end, students head home with well-deserved failing grades, and schoolchildren unsuccessfully try to recover from the merciless six-in-the-morning academic schedule. In general, I believe that progressive governments of the new world should have long ago eradicated the parasites in the form of so-called "early birds" and shifted the productive work schedule to the afternoon, corresponding to a free white person's idea of adequate labor activity. Have you ever wondered why all formal meetings and useless gatherings are usually scheduled for the early morning hours, while discussions requiring real productive output and feedback from the most adequate members of an organization are always ready to be moved to the afternoon? Exactly.
But let's not stray from the topic. June was memorable for me primarily due to two important events: an influx of new faces into our humble academy, and the final implementation and spread of various religious beliefs, the rudiments of which we observed during spring lectures. What can be said about the first of these: you can read my detailed opinion in the historical exam on Lafrenia. I still do not believe that a dozen of our esteemed foreigners, through the fruits of cohabitation with Sakuratorians, will manage to overcome all the barbaric prejudices accumulated in the world over centuries of mutual hostility and curb the skyrocketing degree of aggression worldwide. However, a continuation of my previous thesis could develop the idea that it is not necessary for everyone to become "friends" with everyone else. It is enough to accumulate a critical mass of powerful alliances, confrontation between which would promise the guaranteed destruction of intelligent civilization, in order to "forcibly" compel the most desperate to moderate their fervor and fear to start bloodshed. Maybe these are all empty dreams, but I still cannot get out of my head the hopeful words of our dear headmistress at the opening ceremony. I really want them to someday turn into truth...
As for the actual state of affairs, to my joyful relief, life at NAILS has not led to any particular conflicts based on ethnic hatred. There were, of course, certain rudiments at the beginning of the month, but fortunately they did not lead to serious consequences for any of the participants. I still hold the opinion that "people" should be evaluated based on their behavior, and it is gratifying to observe that the initial fears of some students have not found much confirmation. Violators of public order should face the same sanctions, regardless of their racial, gender, social, and national affiliation. Only in this way can we create truly productive state hierarchies and achieve success in the economic and technological spheres.
The second part of the month, as I recall, was filled with various religious "elevations," academy walls painted with belief-based symbols, arguments about whose goddess is cooler, and so on. In general, on this point I am inclined to agree with the opinion of our former curator: it is very foolish to permanently tie your life to certain preferences at such a young age. Who knows what you will face ahead, so a sensible person should always have the opportunity to change their own views and worldview at least once. Ultimately, our life does not stand still, and it would be unfair to cram it into the framework of a couple of theses overheard in passing during a lecture or read in a textbook. Belief in something is an extremely stretchable and no less relative concept, tied to our current picture of the world, mental state, and primitive life ideals. It can help, give confidence in a difficult moment, teach something new; however, I still believe that the key figure in moments of conviction should remain the person accepting them, rather than dogmas written on paper.
But let's leave such philosophizing for other essays. What else can be said about June? There were many competitions where I showed a terrible, albeit predictable, result. The only exception was the opening of the so-called "tower," where I was allowed to incinerate a stationary dummy from a supported position using pistol fire, but that could hardly be called a real victory... In general, I liked the competition format, but unfortunately the curator of this event very rarely appears in public, and it is unknown when the continuation of the feast is expected
July is one of my favorite months, if only because in childhood, this was when we always celebrated my cousin's birthday... Summer is fully gaining the long-awaited momentum, workers go on vacation to warm their bones on the beaches of Sanguinaria, students fully enjoy their well-deserved rest, elderly pensioners watch the blooming colors of life with a warm smile. Indeed, can there be a better month in the world? Of all my acquaintances, only one did not like this colorful height of summer: allegedly, too many scantily dressed girls were coming out onto the street))) And what about the various festivals, exhibitions, beach resorts?..
One way or another, within the academy itself, this period was filled with events of the most varied kinds. My friends and I went shopping a couple of times and returned with interesting and useful trinkets and gifts for friends. We shot at targets at the Alm resort and left with cool plush prizes. We visited the local exhibition center and fully enjoyed the amazing curiosities of the kingdom and other trophies from all corners of the world. We dined at a city cafe, spent long evenings in friendly conversations and girlish gossip.
Of course, one cannot fail to mention the presidential elections at the academy. From my point of view, the election campaign was organized in an admirable way, allowing each student to maximize their leadership potential. Unfortunately, I myself lacked the strength in this field to provide worthy competition to the winner, which is certainly well-deserved and fair, but still a little disappointing. On the other hand, I am sincerely glad that the winners of this event were distributed in this way: thanks to this, it became as if easier to breathe at NAILS itself. Many projects useful for students were implemented, and the newly elected leadership showed their goodwill and desire to cooperate with the students of the academy in the name of achieving harmonious and fruitful coexistence and learning at all levels. This is very gratifying and instills hope!
(At this point, Nira barely fought off a sudden wave of nausea, and taking a couple of deep breaths, continued the essay)
August marks the end of summer and the beginning of the autumn season. Still an excellent opportunity for the most hardworking of workers to enjoy the departure of this carefree time, and for others to gradually blend into the atmosphere of changing kaoris colors.
For myself, I could call August a time of peace and friendship. Even if some of the fruits sown in this month only made themselves known in autumn, I still believe that it was then that we were finally able to have a proper good time with my friends and enjoy all the beauty of the waning summer season. Of course, the new competitions slightly marred the pleasant impressions, but still it seems to me that this period was the first since the start of the academic year not marred by any "negative" events or news. Well, yes, our curator changed and the military instructor left, but I have already encountered similar reshuffles of management personnel more than once in educational institutions of Utah. So all that remains is to keep warm and grateful memories of the teachers who selflessly shared their knowledge and skill with us, no matter how strange their methods seemed at first glance.
(Lord, Avariție preserve me, what nonsense am I writing?....)
At the end of summer, a tournament organized according to the president's precepts awaited us. I can't say I performed much better than the previous one, but at least I didn't get eliminated in the first round. I would like, of course, to complain about the unfairly unacceptable conditions into which the rules of this competition confined us. An arena one meter by one meter seemed like an insult for a shooter, especially a pistol shooter, to all the hours wasted on training for shooting on the move. Of course, one could argue here that the winner of the competition was ultimately a master of ranged combat, but I think this was caused primarily by the incredible skill of Gideoshi Gideon, rather than the real advantage of firearms at such an insignificant distance. I would hope that in the future the academy administration will find a way to smooth out the existing weapon inequality, for example by granting us the right to a free round against close-quarters fighters or something along those lines...
Probably, to conclude the essay, I should express some general profound thought or draw a logical conclusion. Unfortunately, nothing of the sort comes to mind at all. Without a doubt, this summer will be remembered by me more vividly than all sixteen previous seasons. It had the brightest different colors, and the palette of emotional tones changed so quickly that the resulting picture is very difficult to appreciate properly without experiencing "its" events firsthand. So I will put it this way: somewhere in another world in another universe of ours, I would agree to live through this summer, instead of a dreary, painful existence within four walls constrained by the granite slabs of the towering structures of a bustling hive-city.
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