In times of doubt and confusion always keep to familiar things, and since I only have a vague idea about how to start to unroll the given topic, I'm going to start with a hello. So, here it goes:

Hello!

I'm Asya, a 16 year old socially anxious nerd. Born into the family of educated and intelligent people, I have been tutored from an early age. My grandmother taught me to read and the basics of English, told me historical and physical facts while taking walks. In fact, I am grateful for my upbringing. It gave me a sort of a head start on life when I was too small to understand how things worked on my own. 

Back when I was about 4- 6 years old, I was an active and a bit rebellious child (in difference to my current lifestyle): I never asked for help, always wanted to figure things out on my own. I made my own decisions (which, admittedly, hadn't always been wise) and acted on feeling rather than thought. In kindergarten I used to be in charge of keeping everything and everyone in order: I pointed out other childrens' mistakes, cleaned up messes after everyone and helped the teacher calm everyone down. But when it came to the "quiet hour" of sleep, I would sometimes get in little arguments with the teacher on the topic of letting me play instead of sleeping, which I just couldn't do both at home and in kindergarten. Of course, I never won and was walked to my bed, where I would lie awake huffing angrily until my mind slipped into imaginary dimensions I either made up myself or read about in books and I couldn't be bothered with the reality of my neighbor wetting herself. 

I didn't get to "graduate" from kindergarten due to my father's job. He was sent on an official journey to Brussels, Belgium and mom and I were to follow him. There I went to 1st grade and developed my mischievous talents by climbing trees (that once included falling off and then telling mom years later), eating wild nuts and apples, fencing with sticks, reenacting adventures we read about, playing spy wars and tag with friends. In second grade I played leading roles in school plays and even managed to take 4 ballet lessons before I started running off to gain new bruises and scars I considered war trophies. In 3rd grade things changed a bit because I was accepted to Brussels American School to which I owe practically every life opportunity I now have with this passable knowledge of English. It didn't go so well the first few months, but then one day words weren't a problem anymore- I just sort of felt their meaning. Dad and I began ordering books from the monthly Scholastic catalogue we were given at school. Books in English were a whole new world for me. Now besides lending tons of books from the embassy library, I took packs of them home from the library at BAS- I couldn't get enough!

Unfortunately, everything comes to an end and so did dad's business trip. I had to fly back to Moscow several months earlier because of the acceptance exams to this school. Actually, part of the reason for my dislike of this place is the extra few months I didn't get to spend in Brussels, which I believed and still believe to be my home. The other reason is that people I met here were utterly different from those I knew back in Brussels. My trustworthiness and good will were considered character traits of a weak person. I didn't want to take anymore of that, so I started giving people what they truly deserved- didn't matter if they were so called friends or not. I became direct, sarcastic and malevolent. I hid behind this wall of indifference towards the world and with time, the only people who could cope with my character and circle of interest were fictional characters. 

Now my life revolves around music, books, movies and tv-series. Nothing can stop me from reading 'till morning and lying awake thinking about subcontext. I love watching historical and scientific programs and later googling for more information on the topics mentioned in them. I easily get obsessed with books. At the moment, I have 4 great weaknesses: everything to do with Tolkien, A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin, Harry Potter and Victor Hugo and Dostoyevsky's novels. 

Also I'm a bit crazy about linguistics. I get overly excited from understanding meanings of words of languages I don't yet know. I love distinguishing shared roots of words and and their origins. I'd love to bury myself in old parchments and books in some library reading Norse myths or legends about kings of early Middle Ages. 

Art and music make me happy, too. I love Rembrandt, Giotto, van Eyck, Dürer, both Bruegels; impressionists like Claude Monet, Pierre- Auguste Renoir and Paul Signac. In music I prefer heavy genres like hard- and grindcore and punk- rock. This music gives me energy and strength to get through my day.

I don't know what awaits me in the future. I thought about doing something connected to my interests like literature, culture and history, but I doubt it will get me anywhere significant at all. My major goal is to go to a University and study something that would later allow me to go back home to Belgium and never return. 

So, to sum up all of this, I must say that I like to think that I see the world the way it is, without all the unicorns and rainbows. Life is tough, people other than yourself shouldn't be trusted, and the only way you'll get somewhere is if you work your way to your goals on your own. The only company I find joy in is the company of favorite characters. Their story lines guide me and give me strength.

Thank you for your time.