November 2, 2012
October 26, 2012
October 26, 2010
September 15, 2010
It’s a little bit before seven am. My eyes are well crusted over as I attempt to boil two eggs, reheat cream of wheat (go figure) and make a cup of tea. The shower caddy is placed neatly by the door as I wait for my mother who doubles as my principal to exit the bathroom. For reasons beyond me I had the grand idea of a morning cardio but when the alarm screamed my name at 5:50AM I ignored it. The afternoon is a better time for such activities. I can’t help but feel anxious now that school is starting. This is not the first time I have donned the word teacher and I dare say it will not be the last. I can only hope my students spend more time listening and less time staring. I also have a feeling that students will ask a million questions about my hair. My hair is a confusing subject (for them) especially when I explain that my hair doesn’t grow like this. I could always say yes, end conversation. But I’d hate to have random Georgians thinking that all black people wear locs. For the time being my answer is it’s a very difficult hair style. Now who can teach me to say this in Georgian?
As expected my students wanted to know everything about me, including my hair. They seem to be amazed that this is fact my hair. As promised, I made no attempts to explain this lengthy process I only offered one word GOOGLE. There they can see photos of others, read about the history, and see various Youtube videos on how to create them. It’s far more visual and interesting than a broken English to Georgian translation of my hair.
I can’t help but try satisfy their curiosity. When I was in elementary school there was a boy who had locs. I can recall him pulling on them while I stood there watching. They were, as I thought, very springy. They certainly matched his personality as he was always smiling, making jokes, and playing. Hey what’s elementary school for?! When I asked him why his hair was like this, he couldn’t tell me. He didn’t know. Go figure. Now some years and years later, my hair is springy as well… almost.
(another update) According to the principal the students have been googling dreadlocks all week in the computer lab.