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 [...]
A Wedding Supra: An Event Suprisingly Similar to the Packers Winning the Superbowl
Kissing Jesus
Today I went to an orthodox service with one of my co-teachers. There aren't any Catholic churches here in Poti, and I haven't been to mass since I got to Georgia. It has been difficult to find time and someone who will take me with them. This morning though I convinced and hounded my co-teacher [...]
