Today is my birthday. I'm 51. Unbelievable, but still I have some years ahead.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q29YR5-t3gg

Even the English and the Americans don't know their language perfectly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYmrg3owTRE&feature=player_embedded

I work now at school near my house, just 3-4 minutes walk from my thrashold. I try to communicate with children and give them all myself if they are open with me. I made friends with some teachers. That sounds promissing.

Georgian songs are heavenly beautiful and touchy. I wish all the women would be dedicated songs to and adored

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoW7W1YIurs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YH6U4BEprHg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qj8leeEfZ5k

Sounds like a competition. Nobody's winner but the song.

What a gorgeous sky!!!

It is written in the newspaper on the 3d of March that this is a phenomena that is very rare to happen: perl clouds.

It is hard to control emotions. Sometimes they create a mass in your life and you face consequenses.

The first day at school was perfect. At last I felt like I'm in my own waters. I spoke to students who are not small children any more, but who are enough happy and still reluctant enough about their serious duties in the life or about their carriers. They just enjoy their growing. It's like a genuine smile, the sunrise or a rainbow over the water. I plunged into the atmosphere of the school and I was as happy as they are. And careless...
My mentor, young boy, told me in two weeks that I was bossy and I should choose either to behave and stay at school or I shouldn't be there any more. Then after a while he added some more statements like that: I would be closed the doors of the classrooms by the teachers and if he had been at the interview, he would have known whyI was at school. I felt like I was attacked. So, now I think that I'm either crazy or there is something going on in there.
The American came to school as a guest.I felt stupid. Who am I? A miserable immigrant. What, for God sake, I can teach them? My poor language? The children don't need my morals, my virtues, my skills. They need a hero, a man as a teacher. That is the truth. So, It is already settled. What should I do in that situation? Run? Face the battle? I have been to many of them. I have many friends from the USA. I have never failed talking to them. What's up now? Is that my last chance? I don't think so. What will happen if I am not able to tell a joke or to smile when it goes about evaluation of the answers or just encouragement? I would like to be a teacher in Sweden. It would be good for me. But my feelings are in chaos at the moment.