Everyone in Georgia is friendly. Really, just about everyone! Georgians' famous reputation for hospitality is well-deserved and I've been lucky enough to be on the receiving end of it a lot lately. A few weeks ago, my mom came to visit Georgia for Easter! We had big plans to see the country and set out … Continue reading Georgia Year Four: Oh the People You’ll Meet
Bathing in Public You know, I can’t recall if I’ve written about my trips to the bathhouse before. So, let’s throw caution to the wind and write about them—maybe again! *Warning, this post might get a little on the TMI side of things!* When I first came to Georgia four years ago, I had a … Continue reading Georgia Year Four: Scrub A-Dub Dub!
Today in the teachers' room, the school nurse was parading around with her blood pressure device. Naturally, everyone wanted to get measured! So, when it was my turn, I rolled up my sleeve and got the little blood pressure sleeve pumped up. When the results came in, the nurse told me that it was a … Continue reading Georgia Year Four: Oh, Ye of Little Blood Pressure
It has been a rough semester. For two months my roommate and I were covering for a vacancy at our school, which meant that I had 27 teaching hours a week (not counting lesson planning or commuting times). It was a huge pain in the butt and an overall unpleasant experience. Finally, we got a new … Continue reading Georgia Year Four: Visiting Some Old Relatives
It's a funny thing, my apartment. A beautiful old Imperial balcony atop a thousand year-old fortress wall. The building slants, the ceiling is a little cracked, the shower drains poorly, and the kitchen floor is a bit of nasty old linoleum, but I love it all the same. In the years (Crazy!) that I've been … Continue reading Georgia Year Four: A Bedroom All My Own
I am not a morning person. Ask anybody. My parents could tell you. Any of my roommates. Taking a road trip a year ago with jetlagged Marissa was tricky as she was very rise-and-shine. Sometimes I have to bargain with myself to get myself out of bed. Raughley, if you wake up you can go … Continue reading My Second Bed