Years and years ago, I spent a few weeks of summers in the north of Poland, in the lake district, working at a camp for young Poles looking to improve their language ability. After a year of teaching, spending several weeks teaching some more wasn’t something I was looking forward to, but the money was decent, and I was there with friends, old and new.
The days started with lessons and ended with sports. I did a session on blues — native Polish teachers of English found it interesting, but the kids, who were into techno, not so much. That’s about all I remember of it, other than the routine of it. Up for breakfast, a couple of sessions, then off to sports after lunch.
Still, there was something pleasant about those mornings. Knowing that I wasn’t teaching toward some test or other, knowing that fun was the operative word (even if I didn’t provide it consistently for my young charges), I enjoyed working in a new place with new kids.
Today was the first day of Vacation Bible School. I agreed to serve as photographer for the camp, so instead of dropping the kids off and heading off to accomplish something or other, I went about snapping pictures.
Over 300 pictures, and only one I can post here…
