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The Study Abroad Trip Gone Very Wrong
During our freshman year at different colleges,
my high school girlfriend and I decided to spend
the summer in Russia. Or rather, she decided
that she wanted to, and I, hopelessly in love with
her and eager to see her over the summer,
decided to start taking Russian as an excuse to
join her.
But she dumped me in March. I had already sort-
of committed to the Summer, but not really. Yet
in my infinite wisdom, I thought myself left with
only one choice — follow her to Russia to win her
back.
The eight weeks I spent in St. Petersburg were,
as one might imagine, terrible. I had no friends
and didn't speak the language. I lived in a home
stay with an 80-year-old Russian woman. Oh, and
I watched as she (my ex, not the 80-year-old) fell
in love with a Russkie, who, in my pathetic
attempt to be near her, I sort of became friends
with.
When I got to the airport to come back to
America, dejected and stupid as I'd ever been, I
didn't see my flight on the departures list. I
asked around in broken Russian, and found out
that there are actually two separate terminals of
the St. Petersburg airport, and I was at the
wrong one. Needing to get to my flight asap, and
discombobulated as hell, I accepted a cab
driver's offer to get me there for around $100,
most of the money I had left.
When I got to the right terminal, the customs
officer told me that there was a problem with my
visa. I couldn't leave until I got it taken care of,
and the next flight wasn't for 3 days. It was back
to the nasty 80-year-old woman. Except when I
got there, she was gone, and the door was
locked. When I called her, she told me that she
had gone to her dacha(Russian country home),
and wouldn't be back for a month.
So at this point, I have no money, no girl, and no
place to sleep. I got my visa taken care of, but
still had to lug most of my stuff (except for what
I'd left at the airport) around for three days. The
only person I could call was . . . my ex's new
boyfriend.
But, pathetic as I was, I couldn't bring myself to
do it.
So my last three nights in Russia were spent on a
cold beach, in a train station, and in a 24-hour
bookstore. I almost got a full night's sleep in the
bookstore, but was awoken by a terrifying man
yelling at me in Russian. When I clearly didn't
understand him, he said, in a not-too-accented
English, "Get out."
So I arrived in America dirty, dumb, and loveless.
Five years later, I'm just about over her.

The Kidney Donor
This story is probably best suited to be in the
annals of the stupid, yet true, romance stories.
Ten years ago, I was just out of the university
when I met this girl. She was young, beautiful
and her smile just lit up the room. I was a nerd,
physically unattractive and never been in a
relationship. I was also very naive as events
turned out. It was my first relationship. I had
never had success with girls. I came from a
'psychologically inadequate' family background
and had serious self esteem issues.
Four months into the relationship (I will not
bother to waste the reader's time narrating how
we happened to be dating), she came crying to
me one day. Her brother was ill, had been ill for a
week (I eventually found out he had been in the
hospital for six months at the time), and needed
a kidney. Their only surviving relative was
unwilling to donate hers and she was worried
that her brother would just die.
(An aside, I live in a third world country and
there is nothing like waiting for an organ donor.
If you needed one, you would have to hope for
someone you know to donate it or die a long and
painful death.)
Then came the torrent of tears from her pretty
face and I knew that I was going to do
something really crazy. I volunteered to donate a
kidney. She looked at me in disbelief. You can't
be serious, she sniffed. But I was. I assured her
that if I was a good match, I would donate one
and her brother would not have to suffer much
longer. I was young and very healthy. I figured
that there was nothing to lose and a lot to gain
by being the hero in her eyes.
Knowing that my family would never agree to
such an action on my part, I didn't tell them
anything until a day to the surgery. The hell they
raised is better imagined.
Fast forward to one week post operation. She
came to see me since I was leaving the hospital
that day. She was full of gratitude. She was full
of life. Her brother's surgery was successful. She
would be eternally grateful to me. She would be
happy to spend the rest of her life with me. And
so on. I felt like the king of the world. That such a
stunningly beautiful girl would feel indebted to
me gave me the best feeling in the world.
But things didn't remain so pretty for long
afterwards. She began to give excuses for not
coming to see me. If I called to ask if I could
come over, she would make up funny reasons
why not. She was busy. She was out of town.
She was tired. She was having a mood swing and
didn't want to see anybody. Eventually, two
months after my good, eh, stupid deed, she
broke up with me. Her reason? She didn't want
to waste her time with a sentimental fool. Her
exact words.
(I found out later that the 'brother' in the
hospital was in fact her long time fiancé whom
she loved very much.)
Since then, my already low-esteem is yet to fully
recover from the blow that being in that
relationship dealt me. That was my first and
possibly the last relationship I will ever be in. I
was a fool.

The Life-Changing Decision
Me and my first love were in class 10 (15-yrs-
old) , and after finishing 10th grade we were
supposed to pick up streams, either science,
commerce, or arts. Our future of academics lies
on that decision
He was a core science guy and I was more into
arts (political science and geography).
Once he asked me, "What will u be picking up?" I
told him about going in for arts and he was like
(sarcastically), "What will u do with arts stream
— become a fashion designer? I don't care you
WILL take up science." He state this as a
command; he was a very dominating person and
I actually like this trait in men.
So, that time I was so much into him I could see
nothing but taking up science further; it was as if
it was my 'goal," though something like arts
would really have taken me to heights,
considering my interest and potential in that
field. So, in a year, we fought and separated. But
then I had already made the blunder of picking
up science and one bad decision led to another
and now I am 21, pursuing engineering (which i
absolutely hate), and I hate myself for making a
decision based on teenage love. Even though he
is the only person I have loved truly until now, I
still dont see how stupid I could be in something
as important as career and future. Maybe it was
his charisma that led me into talking such a
foolish step.

TOUCHING RIGHT?

Yeah it is. However this your 3 stories aren't set in a typical Nigerian setting

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