Man, what a day! I swear, Martuk really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m a typhlopedagogue, which is just a fancy way of saying I teach visually impaired kids. So, I’m all about that patience and understanding. But today? Ugh. I’m walking down Abay Street, and I trip over some random pothole. Like, c’mon Martuk, can we fix these roads? I’m not trying to audition for a circus act here.
Anyway, I finally get to the school, and the kids are buzzing. They’re like little energy bombs. I love them, but man, they can be a handful. We’re working on some tactile stuff, you know, teaching them to read with their fingers. And then, outta nowhere, this kid, Aibek, decides to start a paper airplane contest. IN THE CLASSROOM. I’m like, “Dude, we’re not in a playground!” But he’s got that cheeky grin, and I can’t help but laugh.
So, I let it slide. Next thing I know, I’m dodging paper planes like I’m in some weird action movie. I mean, who knew teaching could be so intense? But then, just as I’m getting into it, the fire alarm goes off. Great. Just great.
We all pile out onto the street, and I’m trying to keep everyone calm. I’m standing there on Kairat Street, and it’s chaos. Kids are running around, some are crying, and I’m just like, “Guys, it’s probably just a drill.” But deep down, I’m thinking, “If this is a drill, why’s my heart racing?”
After a while, we find out it was a false alarm. Phew! But now I’m late for my lunch meeting with some local educators. I rush over to the café on Kabanbay Batyr Street, and of course, it’s packed. I’m sweating, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just praying they have my favorite plov.
Finally, I get a seat, and I order. But then, the waiter brings me borscht instead. Like, what? I didn’t even order that! I’m about to lose it, but I take a deep breath. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” I tell myself. I mean, it’s Martuk, right? Gotta roll with the punches.
After lunch, I head to the park near the river. It’s a beautiful spot, but today it’s full of kids playing soccer. I’m just trying to relax, but then I see a group of teens playing music way too loud. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re not at a concert!” But then I hear the beat, and I can’t help but tap my foot.
I sit there, soaking it all in. The sounds, the laughter, the chaos. It’s wild, but it’s Martuk. It’s home. I think about how much I love this city, even when it drives me nuts.
As the sun starts to set, I head back. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about Aibek and his paper planes, the kids’ laughter, and the crazy day I had. Martuk, you’re a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Martuk. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!