Imagine walking into the store and hearing the same old Christmas classic that you have already heard ten million times. In every single store in this country, every single winter. You just can’t take it anymore, so you run out of the store into the cold weather, crying your eyes out, because you just can’t take another minute of Mariah Carey singing that all she wants for christmas is YOU. (We get it Mariah, stop it already.)
A Flash Mob is a large group of people who gather at a public location to perform an action, which will surprise accidental witnesses. This performance should contain a certain political message, which people have to guess. After the task is completed they disappear as though nothing has happened. They are usually organized through internet, by social networks, emails, websites, etc. Organizers, of course, provide instructions for participants in a virtual world. These instructions include the date, time, and location, where it is going to be completed and an action which is going to be performed. Everyone can be a participant of this event. Age, sex, origin, none of these matters. One can just go there with friends and have fun.
Have you heard the news? On Friday 9th, AAT started a new project called “Achrdili” each session of which will last for about an hour. The format of the project is similar to that of TV talk shows with 10 main participants that lead the discussion. Anyone can be among these 10 people. All you have to do is visit the office and offer your candidacy. The first topic of the discussion was “Usage of insulting words among friends.” There is a special group on Facebook, where you can share your ideas and contribute to the development of the project. For more details we interviewed our teacher of Georgian literature Nino Gambashidze: Continue reading
My face hurts
my head does too
I do not know
what I should do.
There’s a slaughterhouse in my head
and when I’m going to bed
I see the light that is a’ fret
It runs as fast as a deer
it can turn up like a beer
but in the end I cannot peer
unto the final word I long to hear.
By Levan Asatiani
On the cold winter day, when everything was freezing outside, when it was too dark to see anything without the car lights on and when all the seniors where so tired after this long long week… nearly no one was in bed. Almost all of us (except of course for some lucky people who had decided to apply to European universities) were standing outside on ZANDUKELI street and freezing. Before I describe what happened on this particular day I want to list several points about how the SAT test day works for the mmmagnificent class of ….2012…. .
After 4 days of being plagued by dreams of a farmer putting a
firebrand on my back, I finally slept like a little baby. Next morning
after arriving at the crime scene of a homicide, I did all the
customary procedures, but couldn’t help but notice the unscathed body
of the victim. This was quite unusual, because usually, I had the
evidence of death available right there, laying on the floor. The
victim was the president, or that’s what they called him. Continue reading