In 1993, we had the opportunity to have an exchange student from Russia. We were all excited and looked through the profiles of different students and chose Alex. He was from what he called a small town in Russia. It was called Glasov and had a population of 300,000. We laughed because our tiny town had 600 people. The decision fell most heavily onto Ben because it was his senior year and he would be the one with Alex the most.
I was especially excited because he was only eleven days older than me and hoped we could be the best friends. So yes, Alex was my age, but doing schoolwork for students two years older...
We anxiously awaited his arrival and we were thrilled the day we were told he would be flying into Twin Falls. We piled into the car and waited for him to show up. The plane landed and a tall, very thin teenager with a mustache left the plane. I didn't know what to think but I was still happy.
He watched everything with fascination as we drove past stores on our way home. He saw a sign for pioneers and he jumped in excitement because that's the scouts were called in Russia. He told us a joke about communism and we didn't get it because it was pro-communism. He saw it as something that took care of all the countries and united. We obviously did not.
It was rough getting used to him. His forty minute showers, his lack of love for... deodorant (hey, I was 15 - cut me some slack), and his goofiness. He received money through the exchange student program so I would get jealous watching my mom buy clothes, glasses, and a few other things for him—it didn't matter that the came from somewhere else to me. Jealousy became a constant for me.
Not that I didn't enjoy having him there. He was funny. He was sweet and refused to say anything mean to me—and believe me, I gave him plenty of reason too. I will never forget the smoldering look in his eyes as he stared at me, before spinning on his heel and leaving the room instead of saying something back.
That infuriated me even more. I didn't like that he wouldn't fight back. One day asked him why he never fought back. He simply said "You already know what you are." Wow. Punch to the gut.
About that time he started getting interested in the church. I would knock on his door to have him come upstairs for dinner and find him reading the Book of Mormon while listening to Megadeth. It made me smile. Another time I walked in and caught him drawing something that he quickly covered. I'll show you what he was drawing at the end of this post.
School was fine with him around. He was in classes like Physics and Calculus and I was busy with Driver's Ed and my Sophomore classes. He had plenty of friends. He was very sweet and let's face it—his accent was pretty amazing.
Along with some of those friends, there was another exchange student, Timur. He was from Turkmenistan and he was a charmer. He was a year younger than me but still taking Junior classes. We met at a football game and as he reached out to shake my hand, Alex swatted his hand away and said something to him in Russian. I've never figured out what it was or why Alex swatted away his hand...
They were pretty inseparable until Tim went home early. I felt like they were talking about me when they sat speaking Russian on the couch but hey, I was a teenager. Everyone talks about you, right?
One day I needed help with my math because it was late so I begged Alex to help me. He quickly finished it and handed it back. I had to ask my math teacher what the funny symbol was on my paper - it was infinity and he got a great laugh out of the fact that I'd had help from Alex. Busted.
Alex's mustache is well remembered. It was part of him. I don't remember making any remarks about it but one day during school he turned to look at me and I stopped in shock. It was gone! He'd shaved it off. He said it was because I wanted him to but I really don't remember anything. I was sad it was gone because it was him.
He had some awesome mistakes in speaking English. A buffalo became boofallo. I told him I was going to eat his cheesecake and he said "Even don't think about it!"
And my favorite: I was sitting in the chapel waiting for everyone to come in for Sacrament Meeting and Alex said "Jaclyn, you're a nerd."
"You don't know what a nerd is."
"Yes I do."
Fast forward an hour and at home he came walking out of his room, dicitionary in hand. "How do you spell nerd?" Man, I wanted to hug the guy even though he was trying to insult me.
Jealousy started to wear off and friendship started to form. He had squishy ears and squishy cheeks and yes, I loved to squish them. Drove him crazy but he let me do it anyway. We teased each other incessantly.
In March, he was asked to speak in church and I wondered how it would go. After all, Megadeth and the Book of Mormon didn't mix well. I was blown away. I don't remember everything he said but it hit me like a brick. I'd treated him so poorly in the past and missed a great chance to be friends with a great guy.
He ended his talk with this: Before I came here, I was rated 'R'. Now I'm rated 'PG-13'." That was Alex.
Since we both missed turning sixteen before Prom, my mom let us go together. We didn't dance together and never got pictures but at least we went.
As the time came closer when he would leave, I started panicking. So much time to make up for and so little time. He was baptized by Ben which was an awesome experience.
I was sad to see him leave, knowing we would probably never see each other again. Letters were exchanged a few times and then everything went digital so we as family would contact him on birthdays and as often as possible.
I got a letter one day saying that he hoped I found someone to marry that had squishy ears and cheeks. Steve has the squishy cheeks at least. ;)
A few weeks ago we found out that he'd been battling cancer for a year. By the time we'd heard, it was already into his spine. My mom immediately looked into how to get a missionary to his home so he could have a blessing. They were able to show up on Sunday and his wife said that it brought him peace. He passed away on Monday.
I will miss him. I realized today it has been almost 20 years since he was here but I still remember like it was yesterday. One friend mentioned stories of getting pulled over and as the police officer walked away he yelled out "Bye bye Mr Policeman!" I told my mom that and she said "Sounds like Alex."
We miss you Alex. Here is the portrait that Alex drew and gave me on my sixteenth birthday. Sorry for that T on the one side. Glare from the sun behind the curtains...





































































































