I have a difficult teacher. We don't see eye to eye on a lot of issues. Mainly, we don't agree on a basic philosophy about education. Today that difference became the focal point for yet another communication conflict. A student was having problems spelling a word on the board. I was helping him sound out [...]
Category: Teach & Learn with Georgia 2011
I volunteered as an English teacher in the Republic of Georgia from January to July in 2011 through the program Teach and Learn with Georgia. I met some of the most amazing and generous people I have ever been graced with knowing. Through the language barriers and different educational philosophies I learned more about myself and what I hoped to create in this world. Georgia is a beautiful country filled with mountains, beaches, historical churches and monuments, delicious food, and lovely wine. Originally, I blogged about these adventures elsewhere but have migrated all old posts and pictures here. If you have any questions about the experience or traveling to Georgia, please feel free to ask!
I could not recommend traveling to and living in Georgia enough. It was truly one of the best experiences of my life.
The Plague of Plastic
You can see it everywhere in Georgia. Plastic: bottles, bags, bowls, and trays. These things litter the streets, rivers, the beaches, and plants. It amazed me the first few weeks that I was here. I had never seen so much trash and plastic strewn about a place before. I couldn't go anywhere without seeing some [...]
“We have gathered here today to mourn our good English grades. . . “
(Who can name the person who said the quote of my title? It's a fellow East Troy alumni) Today my 10th grade class had a test. This wasn't my first Georgian test. However, it was the first one not with my Difficult Teacher. I had thought that all my problems with test taking here were [...]
House Slippers and Other Reasons I am Sick
Despite the reasons I might believe I am sick such as I work at a germy school that doesn't have soap in the bathroom or the maid, Dalika, doesn't cover her mouth when she coughs, really this is what the Georgians keep telling me. I am sick because . . . 1. I don't wear [...]
