On the morning walk through wicker trees to school today, Temo and I got to talking. “What are you doing after school, Temo?”
“Um, school? After I go home.”
“No, I mean, when school is over. When you’re done.”
“Oh, mm, in short time it is warm, and then we play sport.”
“No, no, ara, I mean, when you’re done, graduated, out of school.”
“When I am man?”
“Yes, Temo. When you are man.”
We passed a pig.
“Oh. I go to university in Batumi.”
“Do you like school?”
“No. I not like study. I like my friends. They are crazy!”
“Why do you want to go to university if you hate school?”
Let’s be real for a second here: Our school sucks. I have exhausted myself trying to make it great. But both my co-teachers hate their jobs, our gym looks like a prison, and even the administration has to buy paper from the crazy woman downstairs who lives in a closet. It’s time to move. I applied for a transfer to Kutaisi.