School. Pankisi Valley Georgia.

When you are feeling down in the dumps about your school and your work situation, complain no more!
Background
Public school in the Pankisi Valley is similar to that of a university in that the students have classes at varying times during the day, so they come and go. The students were then able to apply to the Education Foundation school where Joe was a volunteer, to come along for extra classes to learn English, when they weren't timetabled at the public school. Joe's school runs 3 English classes each day. The students stay for 3 years and at the end of the time they hope to win a scholarship to an American Private School in Tblisi, and from there have the opportunity to go on to university and a higher education. About 2 students in the class of about 16 get through.
The teacher is Georgian and has superb English. She is writing on an old blackboard with chalk. Remember chalk?? No whiteboard, Interactive whiteboard or data projectors here. Close to the blackboard and in front of the front row of desks is a pot belly type stove which heated the kettle and kept the room warm. And at the end of the day each child brought in an arm full of wood to keep the fire burning for the coming day. I forgot to mention the desks were made of plywood from I guess old packing cases.
We also visited 2 more schools run by the foundation, further down the valley. These children are housed in temporary accommodation while repairs are being made to their own building. There was no electricity, with pieces of very old lino and cardboard covering the holes in the floor and no heating. And they thought they were so lucky to have a building and be able to learn. The building, very typical of the Communist era, and still lived in today.
Madeleine and Alex bought them 2 soccer balls, their first balls were stolen. While the boys played football, the girls played a form of volley ball, hitting the balls around the group.
I've also thrown in a pic of the loo, an outside squat type, which is also used by the village. There was a water tap fountain at the gate for public use too.
In all the time I was in Georgia I never met a person who wans't friendly and helpful and no one complained about their lot.
Time to reflect and think maybe my lot is not so bad after all.