Inside.
Ironically, much of the school staff is still the same!
Cafeteria
Oh how I used to love their fish patties
Decorations at the front entrance commemorating the history of St. Petersburg
*to be continued*
Oto in Motherland: a (huge) photo log
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Otohiko
- Joined: Mon May 05, 2003 8:32 pm
Oto’s school
Inside.
Ironically, much of the school staff is still the same!
Cafeteria
Oh how I used to love their fish patties
Decorations at the front entrance commemorating the history of St. Petersburg
*to be continued*
Inside.
Ironically, much of the school staff is still the same!
Cafeteria
Oh how I used to love their fish patties
Decorations at the front entrance commemorating the history of St. Petersburg
*to be continued*
The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…
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Otohiko
- Joined: Mon May 05, 2003 8:32 pm
Oto’s homeroom door
Used to be the Music room (as the art outside it suggests), now it’s History
The art in the school, where it still remains, is by my art teacher whom I didn’t like; he’s been dead for years now however
Hallway
I didn’t think much when taking that picture, but now that I look at it…it scares me how much shit happened within the radius of just a few meters of where that picture was taken from. I’m not even gonna try to describe it all.
Suffice to say – I broke my leg just off to the right of this picture. And see that glass in the door? It didn’t used to be transparent, more translucent – until I broke it. Then there’s the dreaded math room on the left hand side. I can’t begin to say how much shit happened there. From fistfights to telling off tyrannical teachers to escaping various chases.
Oto had a very tough school experience – I don’t like to brag, but I was very likely this school’s top student that was never was actually top because some teachers outright hated me. That’s not paranoia, that’s just an individualistic student who would stand up to teachers in a system that was frequently Soviet and didn’t like individualism. I argued with teachers incessantly. I was bullied and would frequently be forced to defend myself physically. At the same time I had a streak of successes in a number of city-wide competitions in several subjects.
But I loved the school at the same time. There was a number of outstanding teachers whom I owe more to than anyone besides perhaps my family. There I met my best friends and had some frankly awesome times. And I mean hell – I have to give this place its due. Thanks to this and other ‘tough life’ experiences, I’m a much more balanced and pragmatic person today. It taught me to be mature and stand up for myself, instead of being some emo pile of goo
Geography classroom through that glass I once broke
Seems like some wall posters migrated here from the former Civil Defense class which is now the school’s only computer lab (using shamefully outdated PCs)
Same door
*to be continued*
Used to be the Music room (as the art outside it suggests), now it’s History
The art in the school, where it still remains, is by my art teacher whom I didn’t like; he’s been dead for years now however
Hallway
I didn’t think much when taking that picture, but now that I look at it…it scares me how much shit happened within the radius of just a few meters of where that picture was taken from. I’m not even gonna try to describe it all.
Suffice to say – I broke my leg just off to the right of this picture. And see that glass in the door? It didn’t used to be transparent, more translucent – until I broke it. Then there’s the dreaded math room on the left hand side. I can’t begin to say how much shit happened there. From fistfights to telling off tyrannical teachers to escaping various chases.
Oto had a very tough school experience – I don’t like to brag, but I was very likely this school’s top student that was never was actually top because some teachers outright hated me. That’s not paranoia, that’s just an individualistic student who would stand up to teachers in a system that was frequently Soviet and didn’t like individualism. I argued with teachers incessantly. I was bullied and would frequently be forced to defend myself physically. At the same time I had a streak of successes in a number of city-wide competitions in several subjects.
But I loved the school at the same time. There was a number of outstanding teachers whom I owe more to than anyone besides perhaps my family. There I met my best friends and had some frankly awesome times. And I mean hell – I have to give this place its due. Thanks to this and other ‘tough life’ experiences, I’m a much more balanced and pragmatic person today. It taught me to be mature and stand up for myself, instead of being some emo pile of goo
Geography classroom through that glass I once broke
Seems like some wall posters migrated here from the former Civil Defense class which is now the school’s only computer lab (using shamefully outdated PCs)
Same door
*to be continued*
The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…
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Otohiko
- Joined: Mon May 05, 2003 8:32 pm
Hallway near the gym
The gym teacher hated me. I hated him too and somehow managed to arrange quitting gym altogether. Ha!
They seem to be doing lots of work on the upper floors
View from the 3rd floor to the schoolyard
Out of the school now…
The big dorm building
Random wall
*to be continued*
The gym teacher hated me. I hated him too and somehow managed to arrange quitting gym altogether. Ha!
They seem to be doing lots of work on the upper floors
View from the 3rd floor to the schoolyard
Out of the school now…
The big dorm building
Random wall
*to be continued*
The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…
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Otohiko
- Joined: Mon May 05, 2003 8:32 pm
My final set of pictures that was taken in Russia!
View from a balcony in my other grandmother’s building
Trash
Kitchen
*to be continued*
View from a balcony in my other grandmother’s building
Trash
Kitchen
*to be continued*
The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…
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Otohiko
- Joined: Mon May 05, 2003 8:32 pm
Light fixture
Found this at my grandmothers’ place – guess who that is
And that was it for Russia!... almost
At Pulkovo airport
Various Pulkovo Airlines jets
Aboard…
*to be continued*
Found this at my grandmothers’ place – guess who that is
And that was it for Russia!... almost
At Pulkovo airport
Various Pulkovo Airlines jets
Aboard…
*to be continued*
The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…
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Otohiko
- Joined: Mon May 05, 2003 8:32 pm
Tu-154 preparing to depart
Oto aboard
Yea, I might not look too awful, but I was sick (caught a cold the day before departure) and hadn’t slept the previous night – with a 24-hour trip ahead of me!
In flight over Russia
*to be continued*
Oto aboard
Yea, I might not look too awful, but I was sick (caught a cold the day before departure) and hadn’t slept the previous night – with a 24-hour trip ahead of me!
In flight over Russia
*to be continued*
The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…
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Otohiko
- Joined: Mon May 05, 2003 8:32 pm
In flight; clouds
(admittedly I don’t have any titles – when it’s overcast, whatever you see below is rather nondescript)
*to be continued*
(admittedly I don’t have any titles – when it’s overcast, whatever you see below is rather nondescript)
*to be continued*
The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…
