Morning sunlight and about work

 This morning I decided to leave early to train station. Even though I know that the train will be 30 minutes late; most of the local people just arrive to the station at that time. The reason I had to catch a train to work was that I had spent the night in Bystrzyca in a birthday-/goodbye party. Yesterday was the hardest goodbyes yet -three of the volunteers left today.








 Fortunately this little guy was waiting for me today. I know that leaving early -even as tired as I was after only few hours of  sleep- was a good idea. I got to spend some real quality time and express my sentimental mood. He was a real support.

 

  Again fortunately, I had enough time to get a smoking hot espresso from my favourite coffeeshop. 

It's like some grandma's living room filled with different kinds of candies, coffees, teas and spice mixes. The pani keeping the shop is such a sweet old lady. I bet the coffee mixes they sell are awesome, but the espresso actually tastes quite bad. But it wakes me up. Also back in Kłodzko I continued my usual morning routine; breakfast from the bakery. I was a little short on groszy, but the lady knew if I wouldn't be back in the afternoon to get bread, I would na pewno be back tomorrow and would be able to pay her back.

 

School was great. Short day, three lessons only. Last of them a therapy lesson, which made me leave work with a smile on my face. When I came here I didn't actually know what to expect from working with disabled children. But that's just the thing; you can't expect anything. Any child, disabled or not, is an individual, and for me the most important aspect is to see them as one. That's why I like working one-on-one with the students. I help every student in classes but in most of them there are some who I already bonded with more. The connection between me (whom is not "a teacher") and the student is very special, which is encouraging them to try and learn.

 These are actually some students I am closest with. The girl is called Iga, almost like Ida, and she is one of the sweetest thing ever. She's so eager to improve her english, and is also teaching me polish all the time. I have a lot of fun at work. The children are so nice but the feature I enjoy the most in them is their sincerity. So in good and bad. Just like I was talking with my friend about this subject yesterday (who is now on his way home..), and he said that whatever feelings they show they are never fake. Even if it's anger or sadness, at least it is honest. For example; the amount of teachers compared to the amount of students is not enough. Some of the classrooms are huge, making it difficult to give enough attention to each child individually. It's obvious that some of the students are frustrated because of it and express it through hyperactive or even aggressive behaviour, which again is noted as disturbance or trouble,which again is mostly overlooked so the "good students" wouldn't miss the attention. That again makes the students give up on trying. It's not the case in every class, but none the less a vicious circle. 

This experience has already so far opened my eyes to a lot of things. It has taught me so much about myself. I see features I never saw, or more likely never had the courage to feed. The person looking back from the mirror is more versatile than before,in a positive way. I feel so much more confident. I feel so much more grateful for so many things; for my health, my friends and my family, for this opportunity. I feel like I can never celebrate those things enough that I before took as granted.
I accept myself to fail from time to time, I accept myself to be sad and frustrated. I accept myself to doubt myself. But only if I will always remember to stand up again, remember to keep on living. Because all those things are a part of life, but it will still always be worth celebrating for. 

Todays piece of urban art from my morning walk in Bystrzyca. 

I'm just fascinated, that's all.