I had the absolute honour of working with Trevor at Nazarbayev Intellectual School in Taraz,
Kazakhstan during the 2017-18 academic year. We hit it off immediately and I am not
surprised. I started late in the term so had essentially missed the teacher induction. Trevor
jumped in to fill me in on the essential things I needed to know. We realised that we had a lot
of things in common, namely that his lovely mum hailed from the UK too (near Bath) where I
had been teaching for years before landing in Taraz. He spoke about his family with such
great love and it was so nice to hear this as I too, come from a close-knit family.
When not teaching, we used to meet up for chats in the library or in the ‘greenhouse’ area
and I would often be in stitches as we shared funny anecdotes, which only us would probably
find funny! If I had a doubt or fear, Trevor would always share pearls of wisdom. He was
mature beyond his age. We used to laugh about his penchant for coffee – he used to spend
hours in his favourite café haunt (a place called Abayas). He knew the people there well and I
think that he used to say that they would bring him his coffee without him even asking for it!
He was there nearly every day after school and at weekends. It was a western-type café and
homely with nice décor. I can visualise Trevor there now with his laptop. Sometimes he would
see students there and they would always have a chat. Trevor was amazing with the students.
He went to all the school events involving the students and got invited on all school trips. They
LOVED him. They absolutely adored him. I can never remember Trevor being angry, annoyed
or in a bad mood. He was always smiling.
Trevor started going to the gym around December time and got to know his trainer really
well. So when not in school, he could easily be found in one of two locations – Abayas or the
gym. Taraz is a very small city so there was not much to do for a young teacher of his age but
he found pleasure in these two things!
Trevor made the most of every moment of his time in Taraz. Without Trevor, I wouldn’t have
had half the fun that I did. He made the year for me. I will always remember him as the bubbly, kind, thoughtful, funny andreliable person that he was. Although we kept in regular touch after Taraz and shared funny anecdotes, I so regret not being able to see him in person. The last time I saw Trevor in person was in Kazcom Bank in Taraz, where we were rushing to exchange money before dashing to the airport and waving Kazakhstan goodbye. He gave me a large Trevor bear hug. I miss you Trevor!
I had the absolute honour of working with Trevor at Nazarbayev Intellectual School in Taraz,
Kazakhstan during the 2017-18 academic year. We hit it off immediately and I am not
surprised. I started late in the term so had essentially missed the teacher induction. Trevor
jumped in to fill me in on the essential things I needed to know. We realised that we had a lot
of things in common, namely that his lovely mum hailed from the UK too (near Bath) where I
had been teaching for years before landing in Taraz. He spoke about his family with such
great love and it was so nice to hear this as I too, come from a close-knit family.
When not teaching, we used to meet up for chats in the library or in the ‘greenhouse’ area
and I would often be in stitches as we shared funny anecdotes, which only us would probably
find funny! If I had a doubt or fear, Trevor would always share pearls of wisdom. He was
mature beyond his age. We used to laugh about his penchant for coffee – he used to spend
hours in his favourite café haunt (a place called Abayas). He knew the people there well and I
think that he used to say that they would bring him his coffee without him even asking for it!
He was there nearly every day after school and at weekends. It was a western-type café and
homely with nice décor. I can visualise Trevor there now with his laptop. Sometimes he would
see students there and they would always have a chat. Trevor was amazing with the students.
He went to all the school events involving the students and got invited on all school trips. They
LOVED him. They absolutely adored him. I can never remember Trevor being angry, annoyed
or in a bad mood. He was always smiling.
Trevor started going to the gym around December time and got to know his trainer really
well. So when not in school, he could easily be found in one of two locations – Abayas or the
gym. Taraz is a very small city so there was not much to do for a young teacher of his age but
he found pleasure in these two things!
Trevor made the most of every moment of his time in Taraz. Without Trevor, I wouldn’t have
had half the fun that I did. He made the year for me. I will always remember him as the bubbly, kind, thoughtful, funny andreliable person that he was. Although we kept in regular touch after Taraz and shared funny anecdotes, I so regret not being able to see him in person. The last time I saw Trevor in person was in Kazcom Bank in Taraz, where we were rushing to exchange money before dashing to the airport and waving Kazakhstan goodbye. He gave me a large Trevor bear hug. I miss you Trevor!
