Life is what happens in between – Page 8

DemonRax · 2015-10-12T09:27:15Z

Hey guys. How is it going? :welcome: After a long time thinking about it - I've decided to call a blog "Life is what happens in between". That's inspired by the lyrics of one of the most epic and goose-bump-generating songs called "Dash" of one of best ever and one my most favorite guitar player Ron "Bumblefoot" Thal. This song always made me choke, stop and look around... Anyways, without further ado - let me introduce myself... Background and bio My name is Jay. It's been several months since I begun this blog and still couldn't find time to update it with some bio/background information. There always was something more important to do and still there is. But I'm having a break now and I'm in the middle of the tough patch in life - it makes sense to take some time and write it down. For my own sake perhaps, even if no one else is going to read it - at least I'll look back to how my life went, what I've done, what I could've done better or at least try to, and maybe it'll help me to find my way into the future. So here it is - Jay's story. Origins and early life Spoiler I was born in Saint-Petersburg, Russia. Well, at that time it was called Leningrad, USSR. Both of my parents are Armenians and come from Yerevan, Armenia. At that point it was one of the Soviet Republics, so it was quite easy to move around at will. So my parents did - after they got married in 1979 and I was born in 1980. So for whole my life I had both sides in me - Armenian and Russian languages, culture, traditions, education etc. Of course at some point Armenian part was suppressed, perhaps after I went to school when I was 7. Still I can understand almost everything in Armenian (well, sometimes it's complicated with dialects), can speak more or less (with childish accent though, as some of my friends have noticed) and can't read at all, except for couple of letters. Let's go back a little to add some more confusion. My parents gave me a Polish name Andrzej. It became Andzhey in my international passport - and that's impossible to pronounce for most of English-spoken people. Actually it came from Rolling Stone's song "Angie" - which is of course a girl's name, but my parents liked the sound of it so much that they picked up the name as close to is as possible. They still call me exactly as it goes in the song - it does sound more like "Angei" than "Angie" though. Basically it consist of two parts "And-Jay" - so most of people I know call me either "And" (which is more shifted towards Russian language) or "Jay" (which is more English). My brother joined us in 1982 and we lived together as a family for 20 years until I left to study. Well, that happened much later of course. I would say my childhood was as happy as it could be. Only later when I grew up I had a chance to compare my family and my parents to other people and I learned how blessed I was. We had good times and tough times, but we always stayed strong and fought through everything as a family. Guess who's the happiest boy in the middle?Education and careerSpoiler Kindergarten was the worst of all I remember of that time. And thank God - I remember a little of it. Perhaps I was too young to socialize with people plus I was more Armenian-oriented kid too - my parents didn't speak Russian too good, and they still are not perfect. The school was much better - I was a smart kid, not physical though, but my mind helped me to handle the surroundings. I still remember one particular teacher - she was picking on me ALL the time no matter how good I was, just because I wasn't her nationality. She actually was a Russian-language class teacher and I was always one of the best students - that didn't stop her. That's how at age 8-9 I was taught about "the difference" and hated that since. All people are equal - that's what I've learned and it's rooted deeply in my conscience. When I was in the last year of the school - I still wasn't sure what am I going to do after. The last couple of years I moved to another school and there was this old lady - physic's teacher. And she was great - firing up interesting in physics in all of us, but perhaps the most - in me. I was fascinated by the simple yet complicated laws of nature that surrounded us. And they were expressed with math the way it could be broken down to smallest bits and digested. I am still thankful to that woman - she's one of the main reasons my life went THIS way, not some OTHER way. So after the school I passed exams and ended up in Physics department of Saint-Petersburg State University. Actually, my uncle was a physicist too - but I met him once in several years so he didn't impact my decision. But afterwards when I was choosing the direction to go in physics - he came up with a well time...

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14.01.2016, 13:55 0

nice efforts as usual (except the jogging, get dat ass out and do a jogging round! Bring an audiobook with you but make sure not to run into any poles ) :f_thumbsup:

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