
Goma Acharya looked at me with her penetrating, dark brown eyes and pushed her notebook across the table. “Here,” she said. “Write phone number.”
This is Goma for you. Intense. Assertive. Determined.
The year was 2009, my first day as a volunteer teaching assistant in Goma’s classroom at Louisville’s Catholic Charities’ ESL school. Though I hesitated to give my number to a student, Goma’s persistence finally wore me down. She called twice later that same day, announcing each time, “I, Goma, and you, be friends.” Not a request. Not even a suggestion. It was, looking back now, pure prophecy.
In the many years I have known Goma (GO ma), she has experienced many major life changes: giving birth to a second baby, working several odd jobs to help support her family, moving twice, learning how to drive, and purchasing her first house with her husband Tek.
When Tek and Goma were house-hunting, Goma asked me about the new house I had just bought. When I told her I lived in a condo, she fell silent. Then she said in her soft voice, “Aimee, did you say condo? I should tell you . . . in my country, condo is a very bad word.”
This is just one of the things I love about my friendship with Goma—we are both teacher and student to each other.
Read more about Goma's Bhutanese culture in Flavors from Home.
This is Goma for you. Intense. Assertive. Determined.
The year was 2009, my first day as a volunteer teaching assistant in Goma’s classroom at Louisville’s Catholic Charities’ ESL school. Though I hesitated to give my number to a student, Goma’s persistence finally wore me down. She called twice later that same day, announcing each time, “I, Goma, and you, be friends.” Not a request. Not even a suggestion. It was, looking back now, pure prophecy.
In the many years I have known Goma (GO ma), she has experienced many major life changes: giving birth to a second baby, working several odd jobs to help support her family, moving twice, learning how to drive, and purchasing her first house with her husband Tek.
When Tek and Goma were house-hunting, Goma asked me about the new house I had just bought. When I told her I lived in a condo, she fell silent. Then she said in her soft voice, “Aimee, did you say condo? I should tell you . . . in my country, condo is a very bad word.”
This is just one of the things I love about my friendship with Goma—we are both teacher and student to each other.
Read more about Goma's Bhutanese culture in Flavors from Home.