This gallery contains 7 photos.
I’m in Poland — Brzeg, to be precise. If you haven’t heard, I now have a fulltime job as the native speaking teacher for an English school called Progress; I’ve actually completed six weeks of an eight-month contract and I’m … Continue reading
This gallery contains 6 photos.
Once I had two jobs… now I have one job… heaven knows, I’m not miserable now. Well that didn’t last long. My job at the little school in Fuengirola (I’ve removed the name from my previous blog for legal reasons) … Continue reading
This gallery contains 3 photos.
It’s often said that a week in politics is a long time, which is nonsense because a week in anything is just a week — 7 days, no more, no less. But a lot has happened in the past seven … Continue reading
This gallery contains 8 photos.
It’s done. Completo… terminado… finito. After eight weeks of blood, sweat and tears in TEFL school, I emerge from the appropriately named Plaza de la Misericordia a fully qualified TEFL teacher on Saturday evening. We all do; twelve just men … Continue reading