Death Rides The
Highway
Thank
you for emails regarding last week’s banter with Cactus. Majority
rules the moral of the story is never trust anyone…
…I comprehended this advice
while on my way to England this weekend for a family engagement. The
chance to reflect on my thoughts was then fattened after I missed my
flight back to Poland on Sunday after a nasty car crash on the M25
caused me to be four minutes late for check in. “There is no one that
can help you now”, the overly pronounced and proud words from the
stretched lass at the help desk still echo internally.
I woke up this morning
dishevelled and wry, the pizza boxes from last nights random junk food
binge laid scattered and torn on the work surface and the bag of milk in
the fridge smelled like butter beans. The next few weeks are going to be
intense and I will need to tidy up both my act and my kitchen if they
are to go well. I took the mini bus into Krakow after corresponding with
various language schools and affiliates in Slovakia, my next port of
call across the border, and met with my subject for the day. It is not
often that one meets a TEFL teacher of such great experience and
practice who finds Krakow to be an uncomfortable place to work, so I
suppose my new companion is an exception. The interview went more than
swimmingly as we sat on the Planty around the back of the market square
surrounded by brown and burgundy leaves. I was reminded as to the
reasons I became so excited with TEFL in the first place and as to just
how knowledgeable and spruce the industry can make a person, should they
chose to take full advantage of their position that is. The film project
has really started to grip me, and interviews such as today's truly
punctuate my reasoning behind working on this project.
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