Problems that you may come across being a student of a linguistic university Previous note has become a mass. Attempt number two. Hi everyone, I'm back!!!!!!!! I have not been here for ages. Hope to be here more often. Now I need some correction for this essay. Native speakears of English, please, help me to make this text sound more English!!!!!!!! For many people entering a university is a very important and happy occasion. However, most of the teenagers do not know what difficulties and disappointments they are going to face. First, passing the entering exams will kill all your nerves and ruin your personal life. The upcoming tests will not let you have a good night’s sleep. You will be suffering from constant nightmares where you have failed all the exams and the dean himself mocks at you in the classroom. When you think about going out and have some fun with your friends or your boyfriend or girlfriend, you are suddenly knocked sideway because you understand that now there is no chance of a normal life. You are starting to think that this education is very important because without it you will not be able to find a good job, images of poor and miserable life run before your eyes and you get determined to tell all your friends go to hell. Then you close yourself in the room, huddle up under the textbooks and learn by rote, like saying a mantra, all the information that you hope will help you set for the life. Secondly, you understand that your imprisonment continues, the pressure increases and the frustration from the education deepens. For the first three years at the university, your aim will be to learn as much new foreign words and grammatical rules as possible. Textbooks and teachers will stuff your mind with it until you have dizziness and you are starting to think to be clever and well-educated person. However, suddenly you figures out that though your mind has absorbed all the information it, somehow, stays hidden at the backyard and some details disappear, and afterwards teachers will blame you for their loss. Attending theoretical courses, you will hear many clever and difficult words that make you think that our world is not as simple as it seems to be and that everything should be classified and categorized. Overwhelmed with enthusiasm you learn all this information, get an excellent mark at the exam but in a year you understand that now you remember nothing of it because your mind, as usual, throw away the information that does not convey any practical value.

Problems that you may come across being a student of a linguistic university For many people entering a university is a very important and happy occasion. However, most of the teenagers do not know what difficulties and disappointments they are going to face. First, passing the entering exams will kill all your nerves and ruin your personal life. The upcoming tests will not let you have a good night’s sleep. You will be suffering from constant nightmares where you have failed all the exams and the dean himself mocks at you in the classroom. When you think about going out and have some fun with your friends or your boyfriend or girlfriend, you are suddenly knocked sideway because you understand that now there is no chance of a normal life. You are starting to think that this education is very important because without it you will not be able to find a good job, images of poor and miserable life run before your eyes and you get determined to tell all your friends go to hell. Then you close yourself in the room, huddle up under the textbooks and learn by rote, like saying a mantra, all the information that you hope will help you set for the life. Secondly, you understand that your imprisonment continues, the pressure increases and the frustration from the education deepens. For the first three years at the university, your aim will be to learn as much new foreign words and grammatical rules as possible. Textbooks and teachers will stuff your mind with it until you have dizziness and you are starting to think to be clever and well-educated person. However, suddenly you figures out that though your mind has absorbed all the information it, somehow, stays hidden at the backyard and some details disappear, and afterwards teachers will blame you for their loss. Attending theoretical courses, you will hear many clever and difficult words that make you think that our world is not as simple as it seems to be and that everything should be classified and categorized. Overwhelmed with enthusiasm you learn all this information, get an excellent mark at the exam but in a year you understand that now you remember nothing of it because your mind, as usual, throw away the information that does not convey any practical value.

Le lettre à mon ami Hello everyone! I'm back! I've been working hard all these months and now I'm actually taking my exams. I'm to take French tomorrow and I need your help!!! Please, look through this text and tell me are there any mistakes? The text is a bit funny because of the active expressions I have to use. I will be very grateful if you check my work.))))) Bonjour, mon ami! Je veux te parler de mes études, de ma vie et de mes amies. Aujourd’hui il fait très beau. Il fait chaud. Il fait du soleil et le ceil est bleu à Moscou mais je dois travailler beaucoup parce que je me prépare à mes examens. Je suis étudiante. Je fais mes études à l’université de langues étrangères. Je vais devenir l’institutrice et j’aime ma profession. Je suis encore en dexième année. À l’université nous apprenons beaucoup de disciplines. Par exemple, l’anglais, le français, la pédagogie, la philosophie, l’histoire et la linguistique. L’anglais est ma premier langue, le français est ma deuxième langue. J’aime beaucoup le français parce que le français est une très belle langue. À l’université nous travaillons aussi beaucoup pur avoire de bonnes notes. À les cours nous écoutons avec intérêt nos proffesseurs. Nous faison beaucoup de exercices et beaucoup de dictées, nous conjuguons de verbes, nous traduisons et nous écrivons beaucoup de phrases et nous lisons beaucoup de textes. Nous travaillons sur notre prononciation. Nous apprenons aussi beaucoup de nouveaux mots par coeur. Notre group est très uni. Nous passons le temps ensemble. Nouns nous réunissons presque chaque smaine. Nous aimons bavarder de notre études, nous allons souvent au cinema, au parc ou bien au musée des Beaux-Arts. Y ils admirent de beaux tableaux et de belles sculptures. En ce moment il faut passer quatre examens. Je dois passer un examen de français. Le examen est très difficile. Il faut travaiile beaucoup. Je vais lire notre manuel et je vais apprendre de régles de grammaire.

Another translation It's a sunny day in Moscow now and everybody thinks of upcoming holidays because of May Day and Victory Day. But not me! I have lots of hometask to do for our last class before the celebration. Here is another, a bit senseless story, I have to translate. How does it strike you? I mean the language, of course :) Mister Smith regarded himself as a famous poet, but as things stood it was clear that audience welcomed his latest book quite coolly. Mister Smith gave way to despair when a brilliant idea occurred to his wife. ‘I know how to draw crowds of people. Why wouldn’t you put an advertising to a newspaper where you, the author of the book “The crimson bushes”, highly recommend as a footman your man, who has been working on you for twenty years.’ ‘What you suggest doesn’t make any sense. I can’t make out what you are driving at. We have never had a footman,’ objected Mr. Smith. ‘On the face of it, the idea seems to be an absurd one, I agree, but let’s have a go. There’s not much of a risk. People will know your name and start buying your book. Your fame will spread far and wide.’ In a sense, Mister Smith liked his wife’s idea. He understood that she was talking sense. But the thing was that he wasn’t the kind of man who easily gives in. He rejected her suggestion and soon forgot about the conversation. But Edit stuck to her idea. She was used to having everything her own way. One day when Mr. Smith’s wife was away and the latter was sitting and writing his new poem, there was a ring at the door. ‘Can it be Edit? She can’t have returned so soon.’ When he opened the door he saw a tall man with a big dog. He gave a startled cry. ‘Give me two pounds and take the dog,’ the man said. ‘But I don’t need a dog,’ objected Mr. Smith. ‘What do you mean?’ echoed the man in an unpleasant voice. A cold shiver ran down Mr. Smith’s spine. He didn’t feel like buying the dog and there was nothing he could do but agree. He hadn’t returned to his room when there was another ring at the door. In the doorway there were two men with big dogs. He decided not to argue with them. Before they had managed to say something he shut the door in their faces. Mr. Smith felt run-down. He wanted to drink a glass of whisky. Suddenly he saw two men coming up his house in the window. His patience ran out. ‘I must draw the line somewhere! I won’t have them making fun of me.’ I've run out of allowed number of symbols and the end of the story stays a mystery :D