Yesterday was Friday the 13th. I don’t really believe in the superstition that it’s a bad day. And honestly, it wasn’t. I took two quizzes (one of them twice), submitted an assignment, finished a bookkeeping practical and turned it in, and replied to a schoolmate on the discussion board. In between, I made shchi soup, vacuumed, changed the bed linens and did the laundry, walked around the block, baked bread in the bread maker, made this snack bread for dinner (see the photo below), and opened the door for the dog about 150 times, back and forth. Lately, I’ve been watching a lot of YouTubers talking about “don’t underestimate yourself.” a lot because, once you click on one, YouTube decides you need all of them. Some are helpful. Some are not. Most of it I already know—but knowing and remembering are not the same thing. They often suggest writing down what you’ve done in a day. Just listing it. Seeing it. So I did. Writing it all down didn’t make me feel extraordinary—it just remi...
Everyday American life of a city girl from Siberia