Home from Moscow

       Well, I finally managed to reset my password and gain access to this wonderful site that Daniel created for our journey.    

       You’re probably wondering who the heck I am; well, I am Rachel E. DeForrest. I am a senior at UWT, and I was one of three students chosen to travel to Moscow, Russia to co-produce a magazine with the Russian students. I am the former News and Assignment Editor for the Ledger, the UWT student newspaper. Now, I write for pleasure, and it has been a nice change of pace. I am also a mother of two, so this trip along with just attending school on a regular basis has been a challenge.

       Let’s recap the trip. This was my first time flying for more than 5 hours in a stretch and this was my first time outside of the U.S. Therefore, the journey for me was very different from my fellow travelers. The flight there was long… really long. Anybody who has traveled to another country knows what I am talking about. The air is dry and you try to distract yourself from the fact that the air you are breathing is the same air you’ve been breathing the entire flight, which means is simple terms the air is recycled. But, I put that in the back of my mind. Except for when three people were sick on the way home, I prayed that I, too, did not become sick on the plane.

          We arrived in Moscow tired and hungry. There were light snow showers, so I, of course, was excited. SNOW. Have I mentioned how much I love the snow. But, that would be the only day snow touched the ground and stuck around. Diana picked us up at the airport. She is a kind, often soft-spoken MSU student, and she managed to have two cars waiting for us at the airport.

        Let’s talk about the culture shock for me. Probably for everybody else, I was the only one to really notice how different our culture is from Russian culture. I chalk that up to my inexperience as a seasoned traveler. Or, maybe they noticed but just did not talk about it as much.

        People drive fast. I am not talking 60 mph fast, I am talking 90 mph fast, and once I saw the speedometer reach that fast speed, I decided it was time that I not pay attend to the speed anymore. Drivers veer in and out of lanes; squeeze their small, agile cars into tiny openings in the traffic. The drivers manage to stay calm during the rush of getting to one place and another, and that shocked me. For if I was driving in the same circumstances, I would be honking my horns and spitting curse words left and right. But, these people seem calm, well, at least those who I rode with in vehicles. The traffic is bad, but that is another blog for another day when it’s not 5:50 in the morning.

        Almost everybody sported some type of boots in Moscow. I assume it was because the weather is so cold and snowy. I did not see too many people wearing tennis shoes. Jackets are a must. I spent a few of my days wearing a sweater and a dress jacket and I felt fine, but a few of the MSU students worried that I would be too cold. I worried that I would be too warm and start sweating. I never pulled out my waterproof, fur-lined boots. I suppose that is a good thing because I have never worn them. It would have been my luck that my feet would have responded to the shoes by developing blisters, and that is just something I am so glad I did not have to deal with because people walk…everywhere… and fast.

      The pace of people in Russia is different from the pace of the people from the PAC West. (pacific northwest). People in Russia have places to go and they speed walk from the Metro to the streets, to the underground crossings, to the streets above. They seem to always be in a hurry to get from one place to another. This differs from the nonchalant stroll that people from here have. We have a carefree attitude that when I get there, I’ll get there, and it will be okay. It is as if we are taking a long stroll in a little park watching birds fly by. NOT in Moscow,… they move the beat of some disco-nightclub-techno beat that has 16 beats per second. Talk about getting fit. Live in Russia for a week, you’ll gain legs of steel.

       I have to admit that I was very quiet on this trip. I would have to say that was because I was in complete culture shock. It’s difficult to understand if you are a seasoned traveler and have been everywhere. The memory of being outside the country may be buried deep in your mind, but for me, I was hit with differences. I did not want to offend anybody so I often stayed quiet unless something absolutely needed to be said. I was also a little ashamed that I wasn’t able to pick up the language. I have never had a knack for learning a language. Look at my transcripts, those are my lowest grades, and I worked my butt of in those classes more than I have in any of my other classes. I hear the words differently and say them differently. The students at MSU know multiple languages. Not just English and Russian, but German and Chinese and many other ones. I felt like in our culture we are lazy and are taught or even forced to learn a language. We, as a culture, assume that we don’t need to learn a language because everybody will know English. I think that is naive. I applaud Daniel for being able to study Russian before we left Tacoma, and then integrate it into his conversation with the students. I just felt ill prepared and even now, I can’t say thank you in Russian without butchering it. The shower in the morning became my place for practicing the words I picked up in Russia, but I never grasped the language. Go figure.

       The experience in Russia was different. Yep, I used the word different because I can’t seem to find a word that fits my experience. It was good, it was enjoyable, it was fun, it was difficult, it was unique, it was new. My writing wasn’t up to my normal standards. And, it’s not that I haven’t been writing because I have been attending “campus beat” events and writing news briefs for pleasure. I think I was still absorbing everything around me. I was often distracted by the differences around me, and the architecture and the people in Russia. It is quite the experience to travel abroad for the first time.

       Overall, how did the project go? Great. We produced a high-quality magazine. The content is absolutely on point. I couldn’t have wished for more diverse choices in articles and the skill of the writers was on point also. I am sad that I bonded with the students the last few days while I was in Moscow. I wish that I was able to relax more and just breathe. But, that’s what e-mail is for.

       The students from MSU were wonderful. They took us to restaurants, gave us tours, partied with us, and let us see how their culture differs from ours. But, more importantly, they helped me to see that students from MSU and UWT are really not all that different. Students run into the same kind of problems, have the same kind of likes and dislikes. Though we live in different countries, we share so many things.

        It’s those choices that make us who we are, and it is with those choices that we are unique from each other, but also the same. The theme of our magazine was choice. It represents our countries, our students, our lives. Check it out. 

 ~Rachel 

These boots aren’t made for walking

While I suddenly feel an overwhelming sense of calm after reading Daniel’s entry I can NOT allow it to lull me into a sense of complacency…

I’ll just go ahead and throw this out there since all wll be revealed in a couple of days: I am pregnant. Not the cute kind of little bump in the front, happy and glowing pregnant but smack in the middle of week 29 and starting to get a liiiiiittttllle bit on the grumpy side.

I dicovered this morning that in honor of my departure my feet decided to expand sometime over the past couple months and the boots I purchased to trudge my bulk through the slush/snow are now a bit on the tight side. Hmmm.  An emergency? Not really but definitely an inconvenience. If I arrive with wellingtons on you’ll know I was unsuccessful in exchanging winter boots during the spring.

On to more newsworthy topics!

I am really looking forward to meeting with everyone at MSU who is partcipating in the collaboration.  Now that finals are over I’ve been able to think more about the proposed stories and am getting my head wrapped around the project. I just wish I had more quotes!!! I’ve been trying to get people to talk with me the past week and a half while juggling the finals schedule and it has been a a bit of a challenge.  Fingers crossed I can get some people to respond via email over the next week while we’re there.

Well, better sign off and head to the department store. Though my boots may not be white patent leather, I know Nancy Sinatra would be sympathetic all the same.

To-Do List

What to do before arriving in Moscow:

1. Start “To-Do” List (whew! Glad I got that out of the way!)

2. Pack suit case

3. Agonize over choice of shirts. (”I don’t care if it can’t be understood in Russian, my ‘Pen Fifteen’ tee is a classic!”)

4. Pack toiletries. You can NEVER have too many toiletries.

5. Stop exploding shaving cream from staining ‘Pen Fifteen’ shirt. “F&*#ing too many toiletries…”

6. Marvel at packing job.

7. Let Dad, a seasoned traveler, admire your packing skillz. “That’s WAY too small for nine days. Let me get you my suitcase.”

8. Move items to Gigantor, the suitcase from the Humongorealm. Marvel at how pro your suitcase is.

9. Realize that you’re not riding in a limo, you’re riding in a European-style (read: clown) car.

10. Move items back to small suitcase.

11. Pick books for airplane ride.

12. “Oh, man, I’ll look so impressive if I exit the plane with a dog-eared copy of Dostoyevsky!”

13. “Oh, man, I’m going to look like such a sycophantic prick if I exit the plane with a dog-eared copy of Dostoyevsky.”

14. Pack Michael Chrichton.

15. Remind self to wear winter coat to airport.

16. Leave for airport.

17. Realize you forgot winter coat.

18. As long as you’re back home, print off hard-copies of articles.

19. Printer is out of ink.

20. “Screw hard copies! I gots a mind like a steel trap!”

21. Leave for airport again.

22. “What were my topics?”

23. Buy airport breakfast. Congratulations! Half your travel money is now spent!

24. Learn Russian.

Already?!?!?!

Yesterday, I received an e-mail - 3 copies of the same e-mail, actually - from Artem Galustyan, one of the Moscow State University students participating in our program. We were pen pals as part of a class assignment I had last quarter, which may have been why he sent me a letter so soon, and so enthusiastically.

Among other things, Artem wanted to know what ideas we had for the paper, and how we wanted to spend our free time. It was on this second point - the free time - that the realities of the trip really dawned on me.

This is happening, and its happening soon. And we’re the people in charge. The success of the publication we create on this trip hinges upon our ability to develop a plan well before the fact. This is something I am not good at.

Put a gun to my head and set an egg-timer, I can write or plan a layout, easy. But never in my life have I given forethought to even the simplest school assignments more than a day before the due date. It drives my editors at The Ledger crazy, but its served me well for many years.

Obviously, it won’t here.

So what to do? What to do about this trip, which is only four weeks away?

One week from now, the Russian Federation will have held its presidential election, naming Putin’s successor. It’s obviously going to be Prime Minister Dmitriy Medvedev in what amounts to he and Putin trading jobs. But insofar as newspaper themes go, with an American election looming, the changing of executive power seems top rate to me.

However, looking back at past issues of the Zhurnalist confuses me. Each one seems to focus on articles Russian students write based on their time in Tacoma. How much of the paper is actually going to be done in Russia? Some of it? All of it?

Since thinking about the upcoming work on the trip is giving me a headache, I should focus on the play aspects. How do I find a polite way of saying to Artem, “I want to be introduced to as many potential brides as is possible in a one-week frame of time.”?

But in all seriousness, I have no idea what they do for fun in Moscow. My hope is that they have some good dance clubs, or maybe a Russian-only theater to see what kinds of movies they have to offer.

I’m sure it will be fun no matter what, I just don’t want to decide on the fun of my potential fun-ness  offerings before I have a feel for the funnest fun being offered for fun.

Making the Zhurnalist: UW Tacoma’s 2008 Moscow Trip

Is it normal for my mouth to be this sore?

Hey, I’m Daniel, and I work as a staff reporter for the University of Washington Tacoma’s student newspaper, the Ledger. On March 20th of this year my news writing professor Dr. Demaske, my former editor Rachel, my news writing classmate Megan, and myself, will travel to Moscow, Russia. Once there, we will assist students of the Moscow State University school of journalism produce a newspaper, titled The Zhurnalist.

We’ll be there all of ten days, and in exchange we recieve full internship credits! If we want them (There’s a lot of complicated shit where the credits count toward the spring quarter, and if we do this AND take a full courseload, we’re charged more. Boo.). Pretty sweet deal, eh?

Moscow is, of course, the capital of the Russian Federation. From what I understand, it’s become something of a lively little hamlet, particularly with the recent stability accredited to President Vladimir Putin. This is interesting, because critics say he has accomplished this by curbing civil liberties, civil liberties that include the powers of the press. As a result, journalism and journalistic styles are a different animal in Russia then they are here in the States.

But if it weren’t difficult, it wouldn’t be fun, now would it?

 Meanwhile, I’ve set to work learning some basic Russian, enough to buy stuff, go places, not look like an asshole, and impress Russian ladies with the foreigner-who-tries-hard-to-fit-in angle. It’s strange in a few ways. For one, the cyrillic alphabet (the one used by the Russians) is almost entirely different than  the English alphabet, both in its symbols and each character’s representation of a very specific sound.

Second, it feels like the entire language is spoken in the front of the mouth. I seriously feel like the words are marbles that I have to keep pushing against my lips with my tongue, lest I completely jumble what I’m saying.

My mouth is sore. Mouths shouldn’t be this sore.

But, bitching aside, I created this blog to document our trip, both before, during, and after, when some Russian students will follow us home. Hopefully I can set this up as a multi-user account so Rachel and Megan can post here too, telling a little bit about their own experiences.