School School and School
Martha and I have been quiet of late ‘cause we got school. Yup, we’re are in Poland learning how to be English teachers. That confuses some of the Poles I’ve met.
“You’re in Poland to learn how to teach English. Shouldn’t you have done that where you come from?”
School is tough. We teach two to three times a week. It doesn’t sound like much, but damn, it keeps us busy. We started out with half hour lessons, then moved to hour long lessons. Martha has been teaching beginners for the past two weeks; I’ve been teaching intermediate students. For our last two weeks we switch classes. There are also instructional classes for us, teacher observation and essays too. I’m really missing those Mediterranean beaches.
There are five other teachers-in-training in our class. They all talk funny ‘cause they’re British. But now I’m saying ‘random,’ ‘spot on’ and ‘sorted’ a lot. And ‘pants’ has become a derogatory term. In fairness, some of them are starting to pronounce the r’s at the end of words. (Say ‘letter’ in your Austin Powers voice.) Chris, Matthew (yes, there’s another Matthew, I had no trouble remembering his name) Vicky, Paul and Toby all know how to party. Friday nights have been about catharsis. Ask me sometime about the damage we inflicted on Kraków one night.