We had it for the first time a couple weeks ago, and I've decided that it's unequivocally delicious, as long as you don't let them put mayonnaise on it. Is there any nutrition in cabbage? I hope so... that's about the only vegetable around these days, other than carrots. And beets, I guess.
We're getting toward the end of the semester here, time for completely subjective and abstract grading (which I'm leaving for my counterpart, because I think it would drive me insane... of course, the end of the semester means more tests coming up which means more cheating, so that'll drive me insane anyway). Did I already mention my anti-cheating policy? It's something along the lines of writing multiple versions of tests, and taking tests from students who cheat-- that's considered harsh here, so I have to tread lightly... though I could write a quiz and then take those away, there's no one who will let me take their tests away, since parents would storm the school in indignation, so my intent is to tell the students that I'll take their tests away like I took their quizzes away and then see if they believe me.
Oh, and BBC suddenly ended up on my house's TV lineup! I don't know how or why it happened, but I watched 20 minutes of sheer joy yesterday in the form of a special documentary on malaria in Malawi. The joy being from the English of course.
We listened to "Jingle Bell Rock" about 30 times in the 10th grade classes the other day. While the effect wore off after the first 15, for the first few times I heard it, I began to really miss Christmas. Other than the fact that Christmas here is on January 7th rather than December 25th, there's some other key differences: firstly, I have heard nary a note of Christmas music, and I'm more accustomed to 24 hour Christmas radio by now, or even Mom's Kenny G, Garth Brooks, Celine Dion, and Mariah Carey Christmas CDs. No red and green decorations, no wild commercialism (YES, I MISS THAT TOO), no Santa except in textbooks... at least there's an ex-pat Christmas party to go to next weekend, complete with Turkey... and then I'll be in Turkey! I can't tell you how amused my host sister was when she found out turkey and Turkey (indauri and turketi, in Georgian) are the same word in English.
Despite the extra half hour I tacked on to my internet time, I'm out already. I keep saying that some time I'll post something significant, but maybe this blog will gain its significance from being the most trivial, not-moving journal in the history of Peace Corps. I'll take any distinction, no matter how dubious.
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