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I was born at 3:44 AM on April 20th, 1977 in the Russian town (now Ukraine) of BOIARKA and was raised on a street named YURKIVSKA. BOIARKA is just outside of KYIV (Keiv) and would be considered a suburb. Many of the factory laborers lived in BOIARKA and travelled the short distance to KYIV either by bus or by foot, depending on the time of year and the resources available at the time.
My father worked at the plant as a day laborer. He also worked on the side as a “dentist.” Now, it should be mentioned that a dentist in Russia was not a medical profession as it is here in the United States of America. Dentists happened to be whomever had the tools, which resulted in a lot of inheretted dentists with little or no skill at all. My father was one of these dentists with no skills.
My mother worked late at night. She would not tell my brother or I what she did, but I can make infrences based on the times she worked, old photos of her and other evidence and will do so. I believe she worked in the oldest profession in the world and did so to earn the little extra money we needed so my brother and I could eat, have a roof over our heads, be warm, be dressed and have medical attention when needed.
I remember as a child being called to dinner by my mother. My brother, Peter, and I would come down to the ground floor of the shack we lived in and would be given a choice, most nights, of what to eat. We would take turns chosing our dinner, should we eat the banana or the apple? Or maybe the choice was the buttered bread or the greasy hunk of meat (which was always more grease then meat!)
Anyway, I digress. The home was actually pretty nice, considering our family status in the Union of Soviet SOCIALIST Republics. We had two floors, the top floor had two rooms and the bottom floor had a stove with a long pipe on top, a table with 4 chairs (none of which matched) and curtains on the windows (which half were wax paper) that reminds me of pictures I’ve seen of 1920’s American fashion.
As a child we were always told that America was worse off. They lived in caves and chanted to their gods. But that American military might, along with Western Europe was perched on our doorstep and might invade any day. We all knew that NATO would not nuke us, because they wanted our women for sex slaves and our farmlands to feed their impoverished masses.
Of course, when the iron curtain fell in 1991 due to the leadership of the insane cowboy, Ronald Reagan and his minion, George Bush Sr. we were introduced to a whole new world.
In 1991 my family moved from Russia to the United States. My father died before finding work in this country, my Mother ended up having to accept government hand outs, despite her demands not too because she was too sick to find permanent employment, rellying on the generosity of churches, house cleaning work and the government to get by.
My Brother went back to Europe with his American wife and currently lives in Denmark.
I enlisted into the United States Air Force and used government programs to earn an associates degree in 1996, an associates degree in 2006, a bachelor’s degree in 1998, a bachelor’s degree in 2003 and two master’s degrees in 2002. (Yes, that is not chronological order, it’s in order of importance.) Meanwhile, I opened a business installing cabling and fixing technology which took off, so after my first tour of duty was completed (3 years AFROTC cadet, 4 Years Air Force Officer) I left hte service to make a go of it in the private industry.
September 11th did massive damage to my business, however and in 2005 I decided enough was enough, profits were at all time lows, a major contractor had jilted us on pay, I had to fire almost my entire staff, so I sold the firm to CompUSA - who paid more then it was worth, in my opinion, and re-enlisted but in the US Army this time.
I had to spend 6 weeks in Army Basic Combat Training for Officers at Fort Benning, GA which was akin to camping and hiking and basically having fun while you learned the Army way of life for those officers comming from other branches and then I was off to New Orleans for 4 weeks and then Iraq.
I spent 3 Months, 2 Days in Iraq before I was blown off the top of a building (roughly 18-20 feet) and shattered 3 vertebrea, did damage to the thecal sack and have a permanent bulging disk. However, on the plus side, I proved the doctors at the Socialist medical center wrong, I was not stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of my life, because I am currently able - with pain - to limp around on a cane. A vast improvement seeings as it’s a pain to get into and out of a wheelchair so you can drive yourself!
I am now on Chapter 31, which is a government program for broken soldiers to retrain them to enter the private working world again, but in a new career field.
In August 2006, I received “emergency” certification to be a teacher of secondary education in the field of mathematics for the Chicago Public Schools while I attend Northern Illinois University and the University of Illinois at Chicago (simultaniously) to earn my full time certifications.
I am planning to take the Illinois Basic Skills Test which will give me my probationary certification this summer, so wish me luck!
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I was born at 3:44 AM on April 20th, 1977 in the Russian town (now Ukraine) of BOIARKA and was raised on a street named YURKIVSKA. BOIARKA is just outside of KYIV (Keiv) and would be considered a suburb. Many of the factory laborers lived in BOIARKA and travelled the short distance to KYIV either by bus or by foot, depending on the time of year and the resources available at the time.
My father worked at the plant as a day laborer. He also worked on the side as a “dentist.” Now, it should be mentioned that a dentist in Russia was not a medical profession as it is here in the United States of America. Dentists happened to be whomever had the tools, which resulted in a lot of inheretted dentists with little or no skill at all. My father was one of these dentists with no skills.
My mother worked late at night. She would not tell my brother or I what she did, but I can make infrences based on the times she worked, old photos of her and other evidence and will do so. I believe she worked in the oldest profession in the world and did so to earn the little extra money we needed so my brother and I could eat, have a roof over our heads, be warm, be dressed and have medical attention when needed.
I remember as a child being called to dinner by my mother. My brother, Peter, and I would come down to the ground floor of the shack we lived in and would be given a choice, most nights, of what to eat. We would take turns chosing our dinner, should we eat the banana or the apple? Or maybe the choice was the buttered bread or the greasy hunk of meat (which was always more grease then meat!)
Anyway, I digress. The home was actually pretty nice, considering our family status in the Union of Soviet SOCIALIST Republics. We had two floors, the top floor had two rooms and the bottom floor had a stove with a long pipe on top, a table with 4 chairs (none of which matched) and curtains on the windows (which half were wax paper) that reminds me of pictures I’ve seen of 1920’s American fashion.
As a child we were always told that America was worse off. They lived in caves and chanted to their gods. But that American military might, along with Western Europe was perched on our doorstep and might invade any day. We all knew that NATO would not nuke us, because they wanted our women for sex slaves and our farmlands to feed their impoverished masses.
Of course, when the iron curtain fell in 1991 due to the leadership of the insane cowboy, Ronald Reagan and his minion, George Bush Sr. we were introduced to a whole new world.
In 1991 my family moved from Russia to the United States. My father died before finding work in this country, my Mother ended up having to accept government hand outs, despite her demands not too because she was too sick to find permanent employment, rellying on the generosity of churches, house cleaning work and the government to get by.
My Brother went back to Europe with his American wife and currently lives in Denmark.
I enlisted into the United States Air Force and used government programs to earn an associates degree in 1996, an associates degree in 2006, a bachelor’s degree in 1998, a bachelor’s degree in 2003 and two master’s degrees in 2002. (Yes, that is not chronological order, it’s in order of importance.) Meanwhile, I opened a business installing cabling and fixing technology which took off, so after my first tour of duty was completed (3 years AFROTC cadet, 4 Years Air Force Officer) I left hte service to make a go of it in the private industry.
September 11th did massive damage to my business, however and in 2005 I decided enough was enough, profits were at all time lows, a major contractor had jilted us on pay, I had to fire almost my entire staff, so I sold the firm to CompUSA - who paid more then it was worth, in my opinion, and re-enlisted but in the US Army this time.
I had to spend 6 weeks in Army Basic Combat Training for Officers at Fort Benning, GA which was akin to camping and hiking and basically having fun while you learned the Army way of life for those officers comming from other branches and then I was off to New Orleans for 4 weeks and then Iraq.
I spent 3 Months, 2 Days in Iraq before I was blown off the top of a building (roughly 18-20 feet) and shattered 3 vertebrea, did damage to the thecal sack and have a permanent bulging disk. However, on the plus side, I proved the doctors at the Socialist medical center wrong, I was not stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of my life, because I am currently able - with pain - to limp around on a cane. A vast improvement seeings as it’s a pain to get into and out of a wheelchair so you can drive yourself!
I am now on Chapter 31, which is a government program for broken soldiers to retrain them to enter the private working world again, but in a new career field.
In August 2006, I received “emergency” certification to be a teacher of secondary education in the field of mathematics for the Chicago Public Schools while I attend Northern Illinois University and the University of Illinois at Chicago (simultaniously) to earn my full time certifications.
I am planning to take the Illinois Basic Skills Test which will give me my probationary certification this summer, so wish me luck!
Do you have an accent?
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Yes, it’s eastern european/russian kinda. More Russian then eastern european, but it’s not as heavy as a full muscovite’s russian accent.
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@Scarface:
Just let us know when you lost your virginity & elaborate on that experience.
lol
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I know you’ve mentioned this earlier, but if its not too much to ask, indulge me for a moment- what were the degrees in?
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Good luck Jennifer
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I know you’ve mentioned this earlier, but if its not too much to ask, indulge me for a moment- what were the degrees in?
Associate of Arts - Undeclared Major
Associate of Science - Undeclared Major
Bachelor of Science - Telecommunications
Bachelor of Art - Business Administration
Master’s of Science - Project Management
Master’s of Business Administration (MBA)My latest work is on a Bachelor of Science in Mathematics with an Emphasis in Education and a Minor in History with the goal of an endorsement to teach history as well. (Obviously the more degrees you get the easier it is to get more degrees on the same level as you have none of the gen-ed requirements anymore and some of the upper level stuff is already completed as well. :) )
I didn’t mention family, but that does not mean it’s taboo. I just felt that my children and husband are not my life, they are their own lives and I should be privaleged enough to share with them those lives. However, I do have two sons: Nicholae (youngest) and Alexei (eldest.)
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I was born on Brooklyn in 1987. My mother is Greek and my father is Chilean, so naturally I learned Spanish as I was growing up O_o. I know some Greek. I spent most of my childhood visiting Chile and learning about their culture and stuff. I got interested in politics when I learned that my father was a political prisoner on the Pinochet era.
I was in a school across the river from WTC, when the planes hit. Didn’t see the fire, but I did see a lot of smoke, dust and burning papers falling by.
I also love soccer, been playing it for 16 years (since I was four). Lately just been going to college (Planning to become a nurse… for now). I hate the recruiters harassing me on the subway stations and calling my house on a regular basis (dunno where they got my number from).
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This Marine has no desire to share his life story with the folks of cyberspace. This Marine was manufactured at Parris Island. That is all yall need to know.
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Hey what happend to the third person speak?
This M36 has no desire to share his life story with the folks of cyberspace. This M36 was manufactured at Parris Island. That is all yall need to know.
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@M36:
This Marine has no desire to share his life story with the folks of cyberspace. This Marine was manufactured at Parris Island. That is all yall need to know.
I like Marines. You can look at a marine, right in the eye, ask him to watch your purse while you use the latrine and know, without checking, that everything will be there when you get back exactly as you left it. Though, there might be a corpse or two belonging to people not intelligent enough to leave the purse alone while it was under guard of a Marine. :)
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Well there are a few exceptions. :wink: I was quite the trouble maker before I joined the Corp. Ah, the good old days… 8-)
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@M36:
Well there are a few exceptions. :wink: I was quite the trouble maker before I joined the Corp. Ah, the good old days… 8-)
Yes, but I bet you were never asked by an officer to please watch her purse and then let someone mess with it, dear. :) Besides, I took hair flipping & eye lash batting 101 and 201. BEG :evil:
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Yes, it’s eastern european/russian kinda. More Russian then eastern european, but it’s not as heavy as a full muscovite’s russian accent.
Wow, now I have to try to read your posts with an accent, some how in my mind you sound like Pavel Chekov now…
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Keptin… he owders you to suwrender this wessel…
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thats german accent
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You must not be a trekkie then…
That is Chekov’s accent (as near as I can type it)
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The “wessel” cracked me up just reading it!
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Theres nothing better than a chick that outranks you. 8-) ANd when your only an LC, most people outrank you. :-P
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ST 4, great movie! Just imaginging a Russian in the 1960s-80’s asking where the nuclear vessels are…hehe.
And Marine, you may like women you have to salute in the morning, but it’s fun the other way around too. “Private, get me my breakfast!” :P
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