with the recent warm temperatures, my walk to school has become more like wading/mud sliding to school. the streets are so terrible. but also kind of beautiful and fun to squish around in. having nice clean shoes here is a big deal. like a really big deal. but i gave up wearing my nice boots on my one hour walk to and from school and have just stuck with my timberlands. yea, i teach in my timberlands.
at first i cared, i worried, what everyone in this culture of shoe-carers would say. but then i thought ‘eh, whatever’. maybe i’m at the point in my service where i’m not too worried about what the village babushka’s think. surprisingly, no one at school has said anything about my unattractive and unfeminine boots. teachers and kids don’t seem to care. (or maybe they do but they don’t say it to my face).
but maybe i’m teaching them something other than new vocabulary as i stand up in the front of the room, leaving a trail of dried dirt bits, maybe i’m teaching them that dirty shoes are really not the end of the world (you’ll still go on living!) and maybe they will even come join me in my clomping/sliding/squishing way of walking on these things they call ‘roads’.