I eventually make my way to my classroom where I teach my lessons. In the breaks between classes or before classes, some students I don’t teach like to try to say hello. There aren’t many that are up to it, but there are some. I’m told that the students I do have take great pride […]
Continue reading →Georgians, from what I gather, rarely walk anywhere. Why walk, when for 40 tetris (25 cents), you could just take a marshrutka? When I first arrived in Kutaisi, I asked my co-teacher how long it would take to walk to the school from the dormitory. She said (and whatever she says is in a delightful […]
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I am in my mid twenties, and go in and out of being comfortable that I’m nowhere near being a proper adult, and that I don’t see myself arriving at adulthood any time soon. A proper adult, I would say, could support him/herself with a reliable income coming from a steady job, and would have […]
Continue reading →The vocational school turns out to be quite a bit different than what I had expected it to be. It isn’t really part of the public school system; it’s not a K-12 school like the other volunteers are placed in. It still is a public school (and there are also USAID signs outside the school), […]
Continue reading →Around 11:15, my Georgian co-teacher showed up to the dormitory to take me and Pakistani host brother to the school to show us around and introduce us to the director of the school. We took the bumpy Marshrutka there. It’s only a ten minute walk so normally I go by foot. Marshrutkas are the primary […]
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