One curious nomad

My adventure in the Republic of Georgia

Thursday, November 10, 2005

mkay then

Power situation seems to have resolved itself. I am not sure if all the neighbors have power, or if we pay for ours, but we have it and we have taken the paper off the bathroom windows.

I have been having a lot of drama at my school dealing with a teacher who doesn’t seem to care for me (for lots of reasons out of my control). After I decided that I didn’t want to teach her class anymore (I told her that it was because she clearly had a method of teaching that worked for her, and I felt like I was more in her way than helpful), I felt a lot better. Then, a few days later, she comes up to me—looking like she is about to go mental and break things—and says, “Erica, the director told me that the PC called and said that you don’t want to work with me, you hate working with me, and if you have to work with me you will go home.” I never said anything to PC at all about school, so I have no idea what she is talking about. I go ask my director and she tells me not to worry, she told her that, because she knew I didn’t want to teach that class. But the pc didn’t really call. This is the most Georgian ever: to lie about something even though the lie makes the situation way worse. Very strange.

It turns out that my host mother called, after talking to my host siblings, and told my director that I couldn’t work with this teacher. So many people doing things I never asked them to do and butting into my business. Oh Georgia.

So then there was all this insane drama among all the teachers. All of them came up to ask me if I really hated her and then confessed to me that they hated her too. All the while I haven’t said anything of the sort.

I think it has been worked out, but I don’t really know how. What is really weird is that this is how it is all the time. Everyday someone says something to someone and everyone gets involved and there is lots of crying and yelling and then everyone goes home and forgets about it the next day.

My host sister’s birthday is this weekend, should be fun. I bought her a present that I think she will like, but I am always worried that I just will be way way off about what people here like.

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