Time Travel

Time passes rapidly...an old man would say that with a sigh. How often do we think back to our childhood? Do we think about it at all? What would be if you had a chance to turn back the time for a couple of hours? It can happen.

I was standing on the bus station in the morning as usual, waiting for the autobus to take me back to Pécs. But something happened, something unexpected which broke my daily routine, and it made the magic started that time. The bus broke down somewhere before it had reached the station. There was no other way to leave the city before the afternoon. The morning seminar was definitely missed.

I went back home with a new alternative plan for the day. First, the idea was weird that finally, I would end up in another educational establishment. I set forth to visit my Mom on her workplace. Thirty minutes later, I was standing in an empty hall of the building, listening to children shout and laugh from everywhere, the atmosphere amazed me right away. I hadn’t been in the Nursery for ages.

Children took me in their world after a few minutes I stepped through the threshold of the room. I had to assess there is not such a big distinction between the original plan (University) and the new destination (Day-care). Let me explain. We were sowing wheat seeds in a huge tile to find out, what will happen with them. It is like an agriculture endeavour during the botany seminar. Birthday celebration was made with cake and singing, just like surprise birthday party in dormitory with food, drink and music. We were drawing with pencils surrounded by the Easter-Spring-eggy-bunny decoration as art tutorial class, making sketch, playing tig outside, in the garden, running for catching each other, felt like in a sports faculty for extra 2 credits. I realized only vivid colours, sunshine, tiny new friends and full of life around me, but I had to grow up again as quickly as I had become a child before.

On my way back home, I felt something heavy in my pocket. It was a nice yellow stone,a magic rock, a present I’ve got. I started to laugh, after an idea came in my mind: what if someone asks me about the new piece of my stone-collection...’I’ve got from my new nursery-mate today in the kindergarten!’

Spring Semester

Welcome back!!!

After a long respite the Réka's Whisper is active again. During the new semester I'm going to continue my blog for Reading & Writing course. Hopefully I will see the result of my mettlesome work in the end of the term when I will take the Proficiency Exam. (Wish me good luck in advance...)

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There is also a little innovation of my blogging. In addition I contribute to edit the Albatross Vocabulary. This blog is made for English learner students to help with building word-power. You can visit and look around on this site as well: www.albatrossvocab.blogspot.com

Have a nice and gainful spring semester and don't forget to enjoy the sunshine!!!

The Blogscars-Best Design

Réka's Whisper got the best design prize in the Blog Awards yesterday!

I would like to say thank you for the appreciation and for the bonus point as well! (It will be useful I can tell...)

Have a successful examination period for everyone!

Cheers

The CV task

Curriculum Vitae

Réka Gajárszki

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Székesfehérvár
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Hungary


Profile

First-year English major undergraduate student at the University of Pécs, Hungary, with an interest to study English Language and Literature at the Faculty of English for foreign students in the University of Cambridge.

Education

- Advanced final examination certificate in English at the Hunyadi Mátyás Secondary School, Székesfehérvár, 2006

- Intermediate final examination certificate in Hungarian Grammar and Literature, Mathematics, History, Economics at the Hunyadi Mátyás Secondary School, Székesfehérvár, 2006

- Course in ESOL Skills for Life Level 2 at Oaklands College, Borehamwood, England, 2007


Skills

- English:
Intermediate language examination certificate in all four skills (TELC) 2005
Advanced language examination certificate in Speaking skills (TELC) 2006
ESOL Skills for Life Level 2 examination certificate in three skills, 2007

- German language studies for two years
- IT skills
- Typing skills
- Full driving licence

Interests

- Reading and writing in Hungarian and English
- Travelling
- Languages and cultures
- Arts (photography, painting, films, music etc.)
- Interior design

The "Short Entry" and a drop of Promise

Butterfly's dream

Chilly black Midnight's near

Takes you far away

Catching the moment

Pictures are part of our life. They can be colourful or black-and white, simple or widely spiced by Photoshop, it can be made by a professional photographer or an amateurish, you can find them in your home-made album, photo gallery or newspaper. We are surrounded by little fragments from life.

A friend of mine showed me some photos that she received. They were very nice; the talented guy who took them had a very good sense to see things. While I was watching the pics I realized how much I missed photography. Last year I had lot of opportunities to take my camera, to roam about, discover hidden places and take shots.

Photography is not only about taking pictures of something, it is like catching a precious moment, a moment that you would like to keep forever, to show somebody else to get the same feelings that you had when you took the photo. It doesn’t matter the subject of your snapshot; it can be about friends, family, a landscape, a building, maybe an unknown person or whatever. Have you realized when you use your camera, you can catch and save the atmosphere? Each photo has its own tale, and you are the story teller, you, who take it. Everybody with a camera has a great possibility as well to be an artist.

Let me show you some photos I shoot; I put them below and on the left side. I hope you will enjoy them as much as I enjoyed to take.

Sunday

Another Sunday has arrived. I woke up fretfully in the morning. I knew, it would be better not to leave the bed at all. Waking up is always a long process, but my morning tea saved me again. I bought my ticket to Pécs in the morning, because purchasing it right before the departure is sort of a mission impossible. The day passed quickly. I packed my things in my suitcase, realized that it was heavier than usual, wrote the last sentences to my friend on the internet, said goodbye to my family. The weekend officially finished.

I arrived at the railway station on time. The train didn’t. Sopiane intercity was expected eighty minutes later, I was hearing from the loud-speaker. “Always look on the bright side of life…” I had the annoying song in my mind…

Why not? I had time to admire the building. I saw writings on the wall, so I went closer, but I still couldn’t read them, not because I’m illiterate, I just don't speak Russian. The building keeps them like small souvenirs from the past. I guessed the diversified spider net with several layers of muck, hung from the ceiling everywhere was on the same age as the letterings. The woman in the ticket office maybe older. She was lovely anyway. With a wide smile on her face, she informed the passengers about another fifty minutes delay, willingly changed tickets into other services. Somebody changed the earlier to a later one, others inversely. Everybody tried to handle the situation in the best way, tried to figure life out somehow. The drunken old grandpa persistently made his circles around the platform and the departure lounge. He put me in the picture about how rich he was, showing his cash in his pocket. I couldn't understand what he talked about at all. Later, I saw him opening a beer, another one from his huge collection. The guy next to me was not as lucky as me. He couldn’t only see the brand new squirting beer but he could have it on his clothes and suitcase as well at the same time. I can tell, time is flying in a good company. A few beer-bottles later the train pulled in. I found my seat quickly, but my future travel mate put obstacles in my way. She said the train was late and we had plenty of seats, so I should have gone and found one. I didn’t take it to my heart, I discovered a single seat.

Later, while I was standing in the queue waiting for getting off the train, near by the door a young man approached me, asked whether he could help me with my suitcase because it was seemed to be heavy. Just a simple intentness, a question from a gentleman, but how heart-warming was it after all. I mumbled a “yes, thank you” with a kindly, grateful smile on my face, and the world became a better place again thanks for little human courtesy.