Where's Koszalin? Teaching English abroad
C Vialogos
Copyright C Vialogos 2013
ISBN: 978-0-9681998-5-5
Acknowledgements
Special thanks goes to all the people I met during this first year in Poland. I'm very grateful to Jo my DOS at the school in Koszalin. Without her taking a chance on this new teacher and giving me my first job teaching overseas this book would not exist. Possible I may have ended up in another country, and never had this wonderful experience. I also appreciate Syl and Katia for taking the time to read this book and encourage me to publish it.
Chapter 1 The Adventure Begins
Chapter 2 Are We There Yet?
Chapter 3 The Poseidon Adventure
Chapter 4 Adjusting To Teaching
Chapter 5 The President's High-school
Chapter 6 It Could Have Been Me
Chapter 7 Friends in Coal Places
Chapter 8 Saints and Holidays
Chapter 9 Doors, Doors, Doors
Chapter 10 Solidarity Amber in Gdansk-Gold From The Baltic
Chapter 11 All I Want For Christmas Is...
Chapter 12 Hey, Where's the fire?
Chapter 13 Take Me Out To the Movies
Chapter 14 All Aboard The Night Express To Budapest
Chapter 15 These Boots Are Made For Walking
Chapter 16 Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow
Chapter 17 Dragons and Drunks
Chapter 18 You've Got Mail
Chapter 19 Can I Have A Coffee With That Donut?
Chapter 20 The White Horse Dancer
Chapter 21 The Lonely Couch Potato
Chapter 22 Emails and Keyboards
Chapter 23 Teachers Rock And Roll
Chapter 24 No News Is Good News
Chapter 25 Helping Friends Decide
Chapter 26 What Page Am I On?
Chapter 27 Koszalin Training Day
Chapter 28 Those Who Can't - Teach
Chapter 29 All Good Things Must Come To an End
Chapter 30 There's No Place Like Home???
Chapter 31 Tricks of The Trade
CHAPTER 1 THE ADVENTURE BEGINS
"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. Security does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than exposure." - Helen Keller (1880 -1968)
Victoria Station was utter madness, wall to wall people, all pushing toward their bus door. No order! No system! Was this really London, England the land of the civilized Brit, the city famous for its polite calmness and queuing-up. Not here, not instead was the insanity of hundreds of Polish people, with their miles of luggage searching for their bus. Lined up were Eurolines, National Express and other buses I had never heard of, each driving off to a different corner of Poland. It was total chaos with everyone pushing towards the door of the bus to validate their ticket and receive a tag to label their suitcases. Once labelled the bags were placed in the belly of the bus, placed in order of your destination.
