All I Wanna Do Is Sing

Georgia is known for it’s singing. These are two moments I was able to catch on video. Not the best filming, but it does the job.

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Sing it for the boys
Sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you’re nuts
Sing it out for the ones that’ll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world

Got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world
Girl, you’ve got to be what tomorrow needs
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world

Sing, My Chemical Romance


Til The Cows Come Home


 The neighborhood cows on a leisurely stroll. (None of these cows are ours.)






Stay Thirsty, My Friends


Took a quick trip over to Batumi this weekend to show the new EVS volunteers around. Once in Batumi, I remembered again the monument called the Cha Cha Tower. Every visit to Batumi, I mean to find it, see it, or go to it, but was never successful. So this trip, we purposed to see it.


The Cha Cha tower has four water fountains. But the reason its called Cha Cha tower is that once a week for 10-15 minutes the water is replaced by Cha Cha. Cha Cha is an alcohol that is best described as Georgian moonshine.  Every home in Georgia makes their own wine, and therefore also their own Cha Cha. Although they love it, it tastes like and reminds me of jet fuel.



To the right
To the left
Take it back now y’all
One hop this time, one hop this time
Right foot two stomps
Left foot two stomps
Slide to the left
Slide to the right
Criss cross, criss cross
Cha cha real smooth

Cha Cha Slide, DJ Casper

A Change Is Gonna Come

** Full Disclosure- This post is long and no photos**

Assessment is a huge pillar in the institution of Education. Informal, formal, verbal, written, quizzes, chapter tests, field tests, and exams. The lightening rod in American education right now is Standardized Testing. The ideology being ‘if we establish benchmarks of where students should be academically by a certain grade level, then we can better assess where the weak points are and adjust accordingly.’ This statement is quickly followed (most times in the same breathe) by the promise that standardized testing by no means is a tool to assess teachers.  Now in theory, all that sounds idealistic and well intentioned. But in reality surely no one with the authority to demand standardized tests believes that this plan has a chance to stay wholesome and achieve its motive. Human nature dictates otherwise.

First off, there are so many variables to student achievement, it would make your head spin. When I was a teacher, I had all kinds of classes. I had classes that were segregated according to academic ability by the students (and presumably their families) themselves and other classes that were by fate simply a great mix or a toxic mix of students. They come to use as a package of individuals with different levels of intelligence, different buttons for being motivated and different personal backgrounds affecting their behaviors and abilities. One year I was highly commended for being an ‘effective’ teacher as evidenced by my Standardized Test scores for that class. the very next year, I was asked why my Test scores were so low in a similar class. I was the same teacher with the EXACT same methods and lesson plans. I would even say I was a slightly better teacher who had learned how to improve from the previous year.

Secondly, testing intrinsically makes people want to do better. Especially if there is any significance attached to the test. The teacher wants their students to do well and they, too, professionally want to perform well. So with the nature of people pushing in that direction, it is only a matter of time before the theory turns into the practice of “teaching to the test”. Even if the teacher has the most uncorrupt and pure intentions, the inertia of competitiveness and performance will pull them into compromising actions. I am not saying teachers will straight up cheat and break the rules for good scores, but more and more will adhere to ‘the ends justify the means’.

Back to Georgia…

For some reason, my co-teachers have been testing their students more than normal (normal being never). But the process is a work-in-progress. This post will be a challenge to my skills of descriptive writing, which will be needed to fully demonstrate the assessment status of my school specifically and what I can only imagine to be widespread in Georgian education in general.

My school is recently renovated. That means that we have amenities that a lot of schools don’t, especially village schools. We have computers printers in various states of disrepair. We have wireless Internet with ebbs and flows of effectiveness. I deduce that is because the school is build of concrete and the router itself is in a concrete walled room. So we are doing pretty well, comparatively. But we don’t have other things like chalk in every classroom. We tend to always have to scramble for ¼ inch fragments of chalk left by the other teacher. And we have what I would call a shortage of paper. But my assessment is biases from teaching in the States in a school that rained paper. I know that the director usually has a secret stash of paper literally in his office safe. But the teachers have to beg for it or produce their own. I witnessed the Director tell a teacher to collect money from the students to purchase a pack of paper. Although that seems to be the norm, the practice obviously left a bad taste in the teacher’s mouth.

Students commonly have notebooks for their individual classes. These notebooks are reminiscent of the ‘blue books’ from college days. The kids take notes in these notebooks. And if needed, they tear out pages for purposes of turning in work, i.e. spelling tests. But teachers don’t take up work as often as in the States. Usually the teacher walks around and spot checks the work or they simply have the students hold up the notebooks in the air.

Three weeks ago, my lead English teacher discovered that there were tests already prepared on the CD’s in the back of the teacher’s manual. She had me to help her open them on the computer and choose an appropriate one for her class. Then she had me print them for her.

** Aside** Printer companies operate an authorized racket. Insurance companies command my top spot for sheer repulsiveness as a legal business model. But printer company’s accessories run a close second. Printer ink cartridges are criminally overpriced, even for the States. Printing large quantities of documents on a printer is equivalent to burning money.

She asked me to print twenty-five 6- page tests for this one class. Even with my shrinking/ multiple paging skills, it still ended up being a 3-page test. I cringed through the whole process. Other teachers looked at me with detached animosity, as page after page after page churned out of the determined computer. To add insult to injury, I recommended that the students not write answers on the test, so they can be reused. That piece of advice wasn’t understood or heeded.

I hate grading papers. It is the WORST part of teaching, in my opinion. Apparently my co teacher had not experienced correcting a lengthy test (50 questions plus a writing assignment) of this kind.  Four days later, she still hadn’t graded them. She asked for me to read the students response as she checked them. Even that was taking a LONG time. So I took the tests and used my method of grading perfected and sharpened after years of repetition. Although she was impressed, I think she was secretly questioning the accuracy of my process.

She had me help in choosing more tests for her other three classes. But the Director said that we absolutely could not print classroom sets. My co teacher was distraught. “What to do?”, she asked?  My solution was to project the test on the wall with a projector and have the students answer the questions on their own paper. You would have thought I discovered the Philosopher’s Stone. Hugs and kisses!  The only part of the plan that she deviated was, she supplied the paper for the students.

It baffles me that there is not a precedent for taking tests at my school (presumably all of Georgia).  Two issues come to mind. First is the blatant cheating. Its not only rampant and common practice, the teachers seem to turn a blind eye by “Oh, I wonder what’s outside the window today? Or, this paper I’m looking at is the most interesting I have ever seen!” So, there’s that.

Then there is the issue of how it is apparent they have not taken tests to any degree of frequency. I am used to, although still bewildered when students forget to put their names on their papers. But these students have to have classroom instruction on how to answer the questions. Verbatim:

“First is section 1.”

“On your paper, write ‘Ex. 1’ and beside it #1.”

“Beside #1, your choices for answers are A, B or C. Choose one and write either A, B or C.”

“Do this for all of the choices in section one.”

“Next write ‘Ex 2’ on your paper and beside it #1”

“Chose the correct word that make the sentence correct and ONLY write that word (or fragment) beside #1”…

(Most still did it incorrectly)

But I must say, by the fourth test, my co-teacher was much better in explaining the directions to the kids. So the silver lining in all this is things are progressing. The downside is my co teacher is resistant to learn how to operate the computer herself. So although I am helping her construct PowerPoint with video and audio, she doesn’t really want to learn how to create it herself… yet.

The other downside is I think they are testing for the sake of testing. I’m pretty sure the grades are not going to be used for seeing where the students are weak or looking for ways to improve instruction.

One step at a time.


There were times when I thought I couldn’t last for long
But now I think I’m able to carry on
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gone come, oh yes it will

A Change Is Gonna Come, Sam Cooke

In Which Sanchezi Goes To Visit The Neighbors

I came downstairs yesterday and ran into Giorgi. He was coming to say that they were going to a neighbor’s house for a “small dinner”, aka supra. They asked if I wanted to join.   …Of course!!

Before we could leave though, Gurami had apparently broken the washing machine and needed to find a repairman to come out. Natia was NOT happy. Once that was set up, we walked two houses down.

Standing in the doorway was my favorite Bebia!

*Since I walk to and from school and town, I see a lot of my neighbors out and about. One in particular is very animated in saying hello and kissing me profusely whenever she sees me, “CHEEEMIII SAAAANCCCHEZI!!!’, which only makes me excited to see her! Every time it’s like we haven’t seen each other for years. She speaks to me in rapid Gurian Georgian, and I spit out as many Georgian words as I can. She introduces me to anyone she happens to be walking with. She’s my buddy.

My favorite Bebia!!

My favorite Bebia!!

So I was super excited to find out that this was her house AND her birthday supra!!! She skitted around here and there only as old ladies can do. Finally we sat down to the table. In this house lived the grandma, a husband and wife and their two kids. The mom was away working in Turkey.

Natia joined us later after tutoring her student. Natia and Gurami are soo cute together out in public. She has a sharp wit about her and can make anyone laugh on any occasion, but she also tends to be reserved and ultra polite. Gurami gives off the vibe if a ‘good ol’ boy’. He is funny, too, but in a different way. Out of his crew of friends, he is the quiet one.

After we kicked back a couple of toasts of wine, our hosts demonstrated that they were also singers. They sang some amazing sounding songs with multi part harmonies. Then we found some songs on YouTube and started dancing. Since I have a current Georgian dance routine under my belt, I showed them a thing or two. As soon as I stood up, the video cameras on phones and cameras were whipped out. (No wonder everything is able to be shown on those television shows; earthquakes, people falling down stairs, car crashes,  singing babies, hailstorms, etc.  Little did I know, there are scores of people who are ALWAYS ready to videotape something. They are like gunslingers of the Wild, Wild, West.  One lady was video taping on her phone in one hand and taking pictures from her camera in the other….  a two shooter.)

This house was the first I had been to with an outhouse. Whenever I am at a supra with Gurami, he always escorts me to the bathroom. Which makes it hard for me to ‘puke and rally’. (I think that’s what he is secretly monitoring.) I was at first confused that I was walking soo far in the dark and rain, then it dawned on me. I stepped into the outhouse and took mental notes, “So, this is an outhouse…” It was an wasn’t what I expected. I WAS in that it had the hole in the ground. But the ground was also tiled.  And there was an ash bucket against the back wall. I deduced that this was for bringing in hot coals with you in the winter. That’s what I would do. But thinking on it again, it could be a giant incense jar…


There are only so many toasts of wine I can do. Even after sipping for a while, I foresaw things going downhill fast for me soon. The tamada was just getting into a rhythm with the toasts, but I had to get home before I started being ‘that guy’. So I gave Gurami the signal and we walked safely home.


Now, they’ve got catfish on the table
They’ve got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green, be glad to see you
When you haven’t got a prayer
But boy you got a prayer in Memphis

Walking In Memphis, Marc Cohn

Introducing The Newbies

As I said before, last summer was hard for me because the majority of my TLG crew left as well as some great friends I had met from the Peace Corp. The community that I had tried so hard to create was melting before my eyes. I said to myself, foolishly, that I would not invest into anyone else here to the extent that I did. Silly me.

I love people. I love meeting people. And since this summer, my life has been filled with other awesome people. It might hurt again to lose them, too, eventually, but that’s never going to stop me from making connections.

It dawned on my that we were supposed to have a new intake group for TLG. I asked and sure enough, they have been here for several weeks. So after some internet searching, I found two Matt’s in my Region. They came in Tuesday afternoon for some beers and to make some connections.

Also on  Tuesday, the newest installation of EVS volunteers arrived to Oz. Two boys and two girls from the Baltic region.


We took them out for a Supra at a great restaurant in town. They seem great new additions to our crew!




Round here we’re carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs

Round Here, Counting Crows


Country Grammar

Grammar is difficult. Georgian grammar, English grammar, it doesn’t matter. It’s not the rules that are the problem; it’s the exceptions to the rules. “Add –ed to make a verb past tense”. Got it! “Sheep is still sheep in the plural.”   {…crickets}  And don’t even get me started on the plurality for Octopus. In Georgian they don’t even pretend to start with an easy matrix for most verbs. They just do whole other word conjugations from ‘I’ all the way down to ‘they’.  (Did that make sense?)

So today, I totally commiserated with one of my more clever students in a third grade class. He is the kind of kid that has to stand up beside his desk because he is so excited to learn. We were doing adjectives and he was on top of it. Then we explained comparisons. “Tall/ taller, slower, slower”. He was writing it down with passion and understanding. Then she wrote “pretty/ prettier” and explained the Y to I, then add –er.  He literally shook his head, looked down at his desk and said something that translates to “Good Grief”.


I feel your pain little man.