Narrative Essay: My Most Important Stages Of Your Life

MariamSargsyan Freshman Seminar Q 12.12.2017 Narrative Essay The two thousand seventeen was a very challenging year for me, as it was the start of managing a mature life. Usually, people feel that the most important part of their life

We chose to go to Moscow, because I feel better in flying, rather than driving about 6 hours to get Georgia. I uploaded a photo on Instagram with a quote ''Moscow, wait for us!!!'' from the airport. One guy who liked me so much saw that photo, and wrote me that he was going to greet us at the Moscow's airport. I told my mom, she got really angry, but I felt that she was also waiting for that interesting moment. Imagine a guy standing with two bouquets of red roses for me and my mom and also with a big grey Teddy Bear. That was so romantic for me, but i did not show that, because my mom was stressed a bit. She was thinking about what to answer my father because of that awkward situation. We were looking for the taxi we reserved, but we could not find it. So, that boy took us to the hotel we were going to stay, and it gave him and opportunity to know my place. Thanks to mom that she did not allow him to come closer me, and that was the last time I have seen him, because I now understand that I did not like him. However, that gentleman's approach inspired me to do well in the exam.So, finally we reached the hotel were my mother had reserved a room from Armenia. That hotel was so special, beacuse the exam was going to take place right there. In the morning when we

I was shaking like a scared rabbit, and that was really hard to explain with words. I think everyone in this world has had that kind of feelings. There was nobody in front of that door asking my Passport. At that senconds I understood that the exam had already started, and no one can tell me what to do to get out of that situation. I was crying and beating the walls with my whole strength beacuse of the incapacity to take the exam. I left my mom there, in order not to make her feel the same feelings, but I think it hurt her much more, because she told that there is still one hour left for the exam. The whole problem maker was the program in iPhone, which changed the World Clock automatically. The time zone of Moscow was one hour ahead than that of Yerevan's. I was sitting on the floor and crying and beating myself as a crazy person. The instructors told me that I cannot get the overall grade, because the part of the listening passed, but the examination staff allowed me to sit there and check my knowledge. The results were like I got 6.5, 6, 6 from Reading, Writing and Speaking correspondingly. I thought there was no reason to complete the exam, and I did not even want to take it after that event. Meanwhile, later it was a kind of consolation for me to stay at home for a