I am ashamed to say that all I learned in 7th grade geography class was how to successfully dodge the spittle that often launched itself from its lodging place in the middle of Coach Daughtery's bottom lip. While an accomplishment in itself, it was not sufficient in training me in the general whereabouts of things. Then, you add to that my poor sense of direction anyway and you have the Mohabe Dessert in Iran.
This country has been my classroom this summer - and I haven't had to dodge any spit.
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