Åñëè ñðåäè ÷èòàþùèõ ýòè ñòðîêè îêàæåòñÿ ó÷àñòíèê the game (íîÿáðü 2019 – ìàðò 2020), ó êîòîðîãî ñîõðàíèëèñü ìîè çàïèñè, ñäåëàííûå â ýòîò ïåðèîä, ïðîøó èõ ñôîòêàòü è îòïðàâèòü ìíå.
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Now, I’m a little bit tired after six hours of speaking practice, so I have no energy to fill this page. But, since I’ve written these lines, a change in my mood suddenly appeared. It seems I need no energy to go on. My train of thought is moving forward automatically; all I need to do is just follow the flow.
It was nice to read this journal and see how you guys are really doing something to get better. I’m really proud of you. No kidding. Today, I announced that 300 people joining the game in the next 500 days would be a great start, but actually I don’t care much about the quantity. Whether there are three hundred or just five people—it doesn’t matter. What’s matter is that each of us can see their own growth as well as the growth of all the active members of the club. We can grow together without forcing each other to do what some of us think is “right”. This is a real school without teachers, where “democracy” has a chance to show its merits.
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