My first weekend was okay—Friday I had spent the night in Tbilisi
in a hostel with fellow group 24ers Petey and Nikhil. It was nice to catch up a bit but it still
made me miss home. I know I’ll get out
of this funk and I really am getting better but… meh. Maybe it is the weather
too. It’s cold, snowy, icy and grey so I’m trying to cheer myself up by wearing
as much color as possible. I should make
rainbow colored glasses and just wear them around like Elton John. That actually makes a lot of sense. Maybe he
wears those glasses because he doesn’t like the way the world is colored. Maybe
that is why Stevie Wonder wears sunglasses all the time too! *crickets* Or
maybe he just likes being in the dark? With that last comment I am sure that I just
secured myself a first class ticket to Hell.
Saturday was spent walking around Tbilisi looking for
hangers. I actually had a drawing of a
hanger, the transliterated Georgian word for hanger, the word then written in Georgian
and the Russian word for hanger written in Georgian and all I could find were a
3-pack of little kid hangers in ONE store. I guess people just don’t use them here. Saturday I was in bed and asleep by 10pm like
a little old lady.
Sunday I woke up at 7am watched the first 4 episodes of
Project Runway All Stars, downloaded a few movies (just in case I experience another
internet black out period) and took a shower.
Yes taking a shower seems to be enough of an event that I must report on
it. I then get a call from my sanity
giver, Duncan, and I go into Tbilisi for the afternoon to catch up on the
happenings of the past 7 weeks. We both
are in the same funk so it was nice to have someone understand in the same
position. You know what they say, “Misery likes company” but it our meeting didn’t
consist of us bitching, we were more so discussing our feelings. Sunday night was the highlight of my weekend. No I wasn’t out drinking wine. I got to talk
to my papa bear and my cousin for a few hours and we got into planning our 2012
Eurotrip. I told my dad about my predicament
and he hold me to buy a broom handle and get some shoelaces and make my own
hanger. I’m not going to lie—it was a
pretty good idea but at the same time, I don’t need hangers THAT bad and can
just settle for folding dress shirts… or use the 4 hangers I have and put 30
pounds of clothes on each. He is legit
one of the funniest people I know.
My arrival back to school was a very warm one. Everyone was
very inviting and excited that I had returned as the English teacher before me
had not come back after the winter break.
I got plenty of hugs and kisses from the students and got to see Goga (the
keeper of my heart). *sigh* I actually
feel so much better right now it is unbelievable! Being back in school makes my heart wanna
explode with bliss. One of my
co-teachers had taught them the full version to ‘We wish you a Merry Christmas’
which they sang to me to welcome me back.
I was AGAIN fighting back tears. This
girl in grade 3 today calls me over during the work period and says “Herta mas,
I love you.” That alone makes life worth living. These kids mean so much to me
and its incredible to think that I probably mean a lot to them too.
Now with that being said I thought I'd lighten the mood by sharing some funny clips from Billy Madison (back when Adam Sandler used to be funny).
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