Tuesday
It’s turning into a strange week. Woke up Tuesday morning for class. I figured today would be back to normal, I’d teach my lessons with my co-teache...
Year: 2011
Monday Morning
Over the weekend, the dormitory has filled up. On Sunday about 100 Azerbaijanis moved in. They are here from villages from all over Georgia, and they are here i...
Ask me your questions, bridgekeeper, I am not afraid!
Answer me these questions three, ‘ere the other side ye see… Upon meeting new people, I’m always asked the same questions. Everyone’s ve...
In the Classroom
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 tr...
Walking to School
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,...
Checklist for the Nomadic Existence
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 ...
Sad Kutaisi “Host Family”
Dormitory director, his assistant, Pakistani host brother and myself all make up our own little “host family,” not too unlike the host families the other volunt...
First Day
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’...
School Introductions
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 di...