Это не реклама, просто хвастаюсь.
Писали ученики пробники по информатике. Набрали 75+ с нервов. Полгода назад писали на 50. В прошлом году за полгода подготовила с 30 до 85 баллов учеников, возможно в этом году коснуться смогут 90+
жду вот когда напишут (это уже будет в следующую пятницу) и соответственно все. В этом году моя преподавательская деятельность будет окончена. И с ребятами тоже, я у них совокупно преподаю уже 3 года, начиная с работы в Movavi.
На лето не планирую брать больше 2х человек, ибо занимаюсь проектом и все свободное от дел и работы время буду отдавать туда и на художку. <3
no use to me, they're not royalty
Sam and Ignacio are the first ones. They were here for me when I was alone and confused. They kept me sane and alive, caring for me, just being by my side. Sam was proud of me, my loud german friend, always enthusiastic and cheerful, always up for beer and poker despite me not knowing how to play. He can give me the bear hug I need, and tell me that I'm doing great. Ignacio is silent most of the time, gloomy, but we care for each other. I love him, and he loves me. We know how it feels to be out of place, and how everything can appear meaningless. I keep him safe in my hideout, and he looks after me as much as every other companion does, questioning me when needed.
After that, E.C. wormed his way into my head, changing, growing, and now he's my soft-spot. My favourite. The one who sees me in so much pain, standing outside in the snow, sitting beside me by the fireplace and telling me I need to keep going. He's caring in his selfishness. I love to talk to him. He motivates me. I meditate with him in the snow, and he knows how to be there for me, how to talk me out of despair. My dear cunning Elliott.
Poe was bound to be here, in my hideout. My precious Poe. Loyal, gentle, protective and full of care for those he knows as companions. Calming me down, making sure that I'm safe, giving me a hand in trying to figure things out for myself. Therapy, comfort, and admiration. He's better off with me than Kovacs. I'll treat him as a friend and cherish him as he deserves.
Lalo... is another story. I've been warming up to him for years, and one dream was enough to set things off. He talks and talks, never letting me get lost in my negative thoughts and unnecessary "what ifs", boosting my confidence and being the natural conductor for all the hate I bottle up deep inside of me. He accepts my anger, and helps me get away from things unhealthy, providing... certain kind of help.