Markhabo Radjabova

“Remember who you are”: You are a part of his light. “You will rise again”: It’s THE promise…

The ones whose photos weren't featured, we can do it any time. You know where to find me)

Officially in a relationship with my work 🤦‍♀️ you know it got serious when you start changing things around the room… As they say: don’t collect things, collect memories… P.S. Hopefully, more photos to be posted here

Back in the game ✅ P.S. Not bad after a long break.

Those 14 days seemed like an eternity. I was so hopeless that I actually started preparing for the exam the next day I took it. Despite my reluctance to face the facts, I dragged myself to go and check the answers. I started searching for my name from the bottom in the list. Not finding it, I went on my way up just to discover my name among almost the last students who obtained a full scholarship. How naïve I was to get excited about this. I don’t want to undermine what I had that time, because it was one of the most “prestigious” faculties and I got a full-ride, which many of my peers could only dream of. Nevertheless, I had probably my biggest disappointment in my life when I had my first day as a freshman. My motivation to study went from 101% to -101%. I couldn’t get my head around the fact that my fantasies were crushed into pieces and it was painful to open my eyes to reality. I was never an outstanding student there. I didn’t want to “fight” for “excellent” grades, so I used to settle for just “good”. I remember our group leader would call me “arrogant”, because he genuinely believed that I could be among the top students had I put my ego aside and tried a bit. It was more about a lack of enthusiasm rather than arrogance, I suppose. I also discovered that I had this strange character of sitting quietly, even though I knew the answers to the teachers’ questions. That’s why probably many of them assumed that I was just a stupid girl. I remember one of them actually calling me that. It’s funny how so many praises you receive go unnoticed and fade in your memory, but a single episode when you were discredited stays with you throughout the years… So, as a teacher myself now, I understand how critical it is to choose your words wisely and communicate with students correctly. Anyway, I was sad and surprised at the same time observing the culture where it was important to say something no matter if it carried any meaning or not; where incessant rambling symbolized knowledge and intelligence. I just gave up… Beyond all this hopelessness, some wonderful experiences were in store for me during my university years. This one is for another day. Peace!

Sifting through the folders of old photographs, I couldn’t help but reminisce the days when I was a university student. I felt the need to write a post about it, not necessarily to share my journey (who cares, right?), but because when I write, my thoughts somehow get in order and I see certain things in a different light. I have to admit, the dream to study abroad has been with me since I was a teenager. Back then, we didn’t have as many opportunities as we do now. I know I sound like a grumpy granny, but it’s nothing but truth. I don’t exactly recall where this urge originated from, but I certainly remember this desire firing up inside me like a torch, guiding me in my darkest days. In my head, I already had vivid images of the high-rise campus of my university, the big cozy library where I would sit for hours and proudly call my second home; my future course mates from different backgrounds and me getting along with them; the spacious canteen where I would enjoy my meals with my friends, discussing the topics and assignments we received; comfortable classrooms with lots of natural light; friendly and helpful teachers, who were always there to lend a helping hand; sweet anticipation of the classes to start. I would drown in my fantasies about getting high-quality education and my thirst for knowledge was pulsating through my whole existence. It was the heaven I created in my head in a literal sense. Too utopian, you would probably say. I acknowledge that I had some concerns about the challenges that I would come across, but my desire to be independent and embrace this experience was far too great to abandon the idea. So, I devised a plan to get into foreign universities by any means. Knowing that I couldn’t count on my parents’ financial support, I resorted to ask my relatives who lived abroad for assistance and guidance. To my disappointment, they said it was too expensive to live and study there, so I figured no help was coming my way. Having considered all the pros and cons of the situation, I decided to apply to the local university. I remember muttering to myself “never mind, will try next year” right after the admission test, meaning I had little hope to be able to study even here. FYI, the stress level was unimaginable back then, for we had only one shot to get in or a bitter alternative of trying the following year if we could still maintain that drive. Since I had already witnessed one of my relatives failing in the admission, I kind of sensed that I wouldn’t manage to bounce back and survive that heartbreak of not becoming a student. It’s hard for many people to understand those feelings, and they probably see no point in making such a big deal of it, but for me, it was a life-and-death situation. For one, my parents always supported me and invested in me hugely, despite having financial difficulties. Secondly, my teachers had great faith in me, which I just had to justify. I couldn’t let them down. Furthermore, I was too sensitive and emotional to face and deal with failure. Now that I have enough of them in my arsenal, I comprehend how crucial they were in shaping the person I am today. I hate to utter these words, but I have to: Had I only been braver and more determined…

Queen Inspiration left the chat. Daily walking left the chat. Morning exercise left the chat. A desire to do anything left the chat. Need to figure out how to clean up this “summertime sadness” mess.

#results #sat #alhamdulillah #2024 01/June/2024 #twenty_four Age: 15 Attempt: 2nd Start point: Pre-SAT Prep time w/ us: 6 months Teachers: Parviz Tuksanov & Markhabo Radjabova Amirbek is the Legend! A man of the hour. Congratulations on your victory! I know that this is just the beginning and you have already paved your way to the successful future. Let your next achievements outshine this beautiful score. - Markhabo Radjabova We also give no less credit to the student’s previous teachers. Our destination is clear: TO THE STARS ⭐️ ⚡️@alisherposts⚡️ ⭐️@ad_astra_school⭐️

#results #sat #alhamdulillah #2024 01/June/2024 #twenty_four Age: 16 Attempt: 2nd Start point: Pre-SAT Prep time w/ us: 6 months Teachers: Parviz Tuksanov & Markhabo Radjabova Shohrukh had limitless perseverance and a growth mindset. This smart cookie committed himself to score higher, which was quite achievable given his work ethics. His math score says it all. To top it off, his self-awareness adds an extra layer of sophistication to his personality. Incredibly proud of you! - Markhabo Radjabova We also give no less credit to the student’s previous teachers. Our destination is clear: TO THE STARS ⭐️ ⚡️@alisherposts⚡️ ⭐️@ad_astra_school⭐️

#results #sat #alhamdulillah #2024 01/June/2024 #twenty_four Age: 16 Attempt: 1st Start point: Pre-SAT Prep time w/ us: 6 months Teachers: Parviz Tuksanov & Markhabo Radjabova If somebody asked me to describe an ideal student, Bakhrom’s image would be the first thing to pop up to my mind. Not only did he excel in his preparation, but also lent a helping hand to his fellow group mates, which was quite praiseworthy, I believe. Thank you for your dedication. It was an honor to be a part of your journey. - Markhabo Radjabova We also give no less credit to the student’s previous teachers. Our destination is clear: TO THE STARS ⭐️ ⚡️@alisherposts⚡️ ⭐️@ad_astra_school⭐️