Education in Australia – not just for Aboriginal people (part 2)
Enrolling in Australian private schools is easy – just have money, know English and get an interview. Moreover, if you show your best side during the interview, you will be forgiven for gaps in English. There was a case when an elite Scotts College accepted a boy from Russia who spoke poor English. The headmaster liked his fighting qualities. An English boy, for free, “pulled up” in a neighboring language school.
It should be borne in mind that the duration of studies in Australian and Russian schools is different. Therefore, the class in which the child will be taken will, of course, depend on the volume and content of the disciplines studied in Russia, but ultimately on what impression the child will make on the school leadership. Continue reading
In no one of the prosperous countries of the world can you find such a combination of prosperity with untouched nature and limitless open spaces …
Today, Aeroflot refused to fly to Australia, citing economic reasons. However, the KLM Boeing 747 crammed full of passengers (including from Russia) suggests that the “economic reasons” for canceling flights are associated only with inept management at our airline.
The Amsterdam – Sydney route is the longest for KLM and the execution of it is entrusted to the best crews. We landed at Sydney International Airport in the afternoon and two hours later I flew on, to Adelaide, on the Boeing of the local ANSET airline. Continue reading
Australia in which dreams come true
..And don’t tell me that this is a stamp that is indecent to use in a decent magazine. Because in Australia, my most important, most childhood dream came true. Behind this dream, it was imperative to go to the ends of the world, because koalas, well, absolutely nowhere else in the world. And here it was necessary to go here for the silvery eucalyptus groves, the most endless watercolor beaches, the funniest Australians and the most serene happiness. But all this I learned already on the spot.
The fact that sooner or later Australia will happen in my life, I realized in the seventh grade. This confidence came to me in the form of a small photograph in a geography textbook (as I remember now, below on the right page): a furry animal of some unearthly charm, tightly hugging the trunk of an eucalyptus. Continue reading