A story from Anna Sinyagova (2012 approx):
"Once after school, some friends (and one of the teachers) and I went to a bar. We had such a good time and got so carried away that I didn't come home until early morning. I had to quickly freshen up and go straight to school. But as it turned out, it's very hard to speak a foreign language with a hangover. I couldn't string two words together in class. My wonderful teacher, Heidi, asked me what had happened. I honestly said we'd had a bit too much fun. This saint of a woman took me to the common room and offered me some hot sweet tea. There was a guitar in the room. So I sat in the common room, drank my tea, and sang my own songs, playing the guitar. People came by to listen. It was so warm, cozy, and sincere."