On the one hand, there really ought to be a rule against allowing Olga from Omsk enroll in Russian classes; on the other hand, they all have to help me practice! Hooray!

There are also two Georgians in my class. Well, one Armenian-Georgian and one unhyphenated Georgian–“But we don’t have a problem with each other,” they assured us the first day. I got placed with one of them for a get-to-know-you activity, and he was excited to learn of my heritage. “Poluchaetsya, ty tozhe iz Gruzii,” (So it turns out you’re from Georgia, too), he grinned, unintentionally obscuring the well-worn Georgia connection joke by saying it in Russian, in which the republic and the state have different names.

The struggle is real.