We leave our house 30 min later (supposed to be nine in the morning but who in their right mind leaves the warmth of their house at nine in the morning.) than it was planed, Ups!
It’s foggy on the road ahead, although quarter mile later when the road started to do it’s snake like climb up the slope the fog was a history like yesterday’s news, take that suckers. Hehe.

We got in the initial thoughts, are: make three new divisions, one for the people that checked in at home and have traveled more than once in the past two years. A second set of about three bag checking stations for the tech savvy. Third set of all the other stations for all the other people. From my simple observations the group of people who fly very rarely but more than twice in their life is very small. Mostly they either fly a lot or don’t fly at all.

The security screening missed my secret Kaitlin apple. Ups. My gate changed from 103 to 105 it is a great start to make this flying experience as long as it can be.

Delayed 15 minute because a flight attendant was missing and “we” can’t leave without her on board. Now being 12:57 pm the curiosity is extended towards the special paying their way in people. Curiousy aka giving more arse -.-

1:20 the new time of take offish experience. Wonder how much longer will this fun take.

13:33 up in the air nothing like a good set of high frequency vibration to make your day. We been told to expect trerbulance on the way there. I don’t have ticket Canada to EU.

Funny thing is that any increase in air density is very much felt in the quality and quantity of vibrations. Did I mention I am flying on two time fan duty tube kind of plane?

14:38 landed in a rather decent descent. A section of montreal although photographically and from the air looked interesting was way to same. I would go crazy with such a high level o sameness.

Love the airport music I could fall in love with that in the back ground.

Large hall with a ton of gate people seem knowledgeable but it is a bit slow for my taste and I am yet to see a gun semi automatic or not.

Loving the airport although there is couple chock points over all it is going smoothly. The lines by passport and declaration form control were the worse after that is has been going smoothly. No guns.

The airport is relatively large and there is a lot of space over head. Places with lower ceilings are well lit and signs although slightly confusing make sense after you get used to the procedures.

15:58 getting ready to depart. 16:18 in the air. Taking forever. I have to say the Air Canada airplanes are nice. Well equipped and we can forgive them three bucks a headset price tag.

17;15 landing I am starting to get used to flying to the point that while being awake I do miss the touchdown moment of the landing. Embarrassing or just really weird. Maybe I’m just getting that international now I just need to learn another language or two.

Out the door twenty eight after five.

LOT is an airline I just don’t feel comfortable recommending to any one. There is just to many problems with it and the quality of the last two flights left loads to be desired. This time around it was impossible to get my ticket ahead of time and I ended up getting the boarding pass in toronto out of all places. Canadian airports are nice.

Apparently leather shoes have enough metal in them to set of alarms. Got body checked. Fast professional and no complains on my part.

Polish customer service is condescending and seems to have a problem with the fact they have people to serve. If not for us you wouldn’t have a job. And for some reason it’s primarily women. I suppose men have better things to do. Again by no means it is the whole lot of LOT employees. But sure there is a lot of that happening at least with me around.

Magda ninja stole my seat so I got window and next to a nice older women looking worried. Hope she isn’t. Magda and Paula are two very young and rather cute girls. The one that stole my seat is defiantly cuter I might try to investigate.

Food. I did choose beef. Decent. Got milk chocolate as desert only ten grams but still nice accent.

Best friends are still having the longest conversation made of streams of conciseness that I have witnessed in recent days. Pleasure it isn’t but at least I had my good deed for the day checked off.

I will try to get some sleep I will dream of wisdom power world domination and how I should get myself unscrewed from the killer semester this spring.

Med student studying in Gdansk. Talks a lot but rather interestingly and has a sense of humour which is a good quality.

Sleep. Now its half past two in the morning. The “night” was some what restful although I woke up in the middle of it with a very sharp pain in my neck. Depending on the position of my head the pain differed from slight to unbearable. I can’t pin point the source it seemed to be located close to my skull at the right side of the spine. There was a muscle involved but felt like bone grinding. Fell asleep again in a weird head twisting position.

Woke up right for breakfast. Which was good no complains here. Tea and a cup of juice to it. Is it very weird that I am getting used to surviving on airplane food? Probably not.

The older woman next to me has episodes. Episodes of my arse is taking up the whole seat so my elbows are going to take half of yours. I haven’t said anything yet because of the recent neck-pains I am worried my polite what of saying OMFG FFS GTFO from my seat might get miss interpreted. I’ve been know to speak my mind freely. She behaves like that baking mushroom thingy she is expanding.

9:35 touch down and looks like a bus ride to the terminal. If standing would make it go faster everyone would stand after landing.

Didn’t get a chance to say good bye maybe for the better. My bag was the first one after the crew so exiting the airport under twenty minutes after landing. Personal record right there.

It started like any other trip I did recently between the continents. Five hours before I should have left my house I started to do the packing dance for those who haven’t had the questionable pleasure of living with me let me explain. I pack with a method a plan in mind and thus I know what I want in my bag days before it is due. But five hours before I crash the night and being the confident guy that I happen to be I pack a little about 40 to 80% and at that point start cleaning. Rearranging my stuff making the bed figuring out what I want to wear and so forth. This process is usually accompanied by a silly dance to some weird song and if you can imagine a White guy do a RnB vixen moves I am quite sure you know what it might look like.

I left late picture of the look is attached I’m planing to attach it. Insert pic and a smily face. I got to the airport about eight forty maybe little later. Checked in got my bag taken. Security scrutiny lines very short and easy on the eyes.

Cute blond guard. I swear a girl in shape uniform with a gun and an I will tackle you attitude is sexy and very pleasant to smile at. This will become apparent later. Were was I ah yes I got through no problems. Fast clean just the way I like it in public places. I got to my gate. Twenty six. Set sown abused free interwebs access it was cool.

A girl joined me light accent eastern maybe. We talked laughter. My plane is getting delayed this isn’t great my transfer in Copenhagen was measured to be only forty five minutes long a delay yeah sucks. To bad we joked little more I even dared to notice that if she misses her flight because of me an angry female voice over the speaker might be calling her out for it. Forty seconds later I get to hear my name the voice however sounds concerned and is very pleasant. I wouldn’t mind getting a recording of it for my phones mailbox greeting.

First tango.
Because the flight is getting delayed by serious amour the connection no longer seems feisable and if I fly to Copenhagen I might never leave. On the other hand of I haven’t answered the call and how I could have not I would have been stuck till in Warsaw for another day. All the super cute girls left town as far as I know no reason to stay.

I get a personal guide to help me recover my bag he went to the same school I am going to and for the same major now that is a coincident. Cool beans I get to go through doors no mortal is ever let through my day is getting better by the minute I love when things like this happen to me. I get to get another ticket apparently because of all the delays Warsaw in heavy fog discharges in the air and some other stuff the only speedy way for me to get to NY is the take a flight to Chicago followed by a flight to Newark. Cool I like flying.

Another securerity check the blond sends a smile she comments on me coming again. I get to go to another gate twenty this time. Flights going to USA have another passport check in place at that passport check we fins out that the new ticket is made out to Kamill Nowacki ups.

DENAID!

Have to exit the airport and reenter to get a new ticket people start to know me by name. Got a ticket same flight apparently the miss naming came indepedently of getting the right seat on the right flight. Another security check little more X-ray. This time the blond waits on the other side of the metal detector. Lines as shorter. I should have kept my keys in my pocket. I suggest that next time she should bring a metal detector and I would bring a bottle of red wine and we could compare notes on safety. She says she can’t. Can’t won’t doesn’t want to no clue but it might have been an interesting day if she did and or hmmm secondary screaming in a room with no windows.

I get to smilingly joke with the passport control asking if I don’t look better as a Jan rather than a Kamill that doesn’t go unnoticed. I get to mu gate find couple interesting people. Flight delayed again.
Original should have been at ten past ten.
Chicago should have been at twelve it boards half past two leaves at three.

Feeding because of the delay was a sandwich and some good cranberry juice I’m satisfied. The seat is ok little claustrophobic for my taste but it’s k.

I pod touch my Mom had a brilliant idea! I just wished I would have packed the chargers to the carry on. So let’s sum up if we get to Chicago as early as they say it’s possible 17:05 local time I just might be at Newark just after 21:00 hours. I supposed to be the six hours earlier. Just as I get to be home before 25th crossing my fingers.

More to be written later I’m going get some juice and a nap. It’s 21:14 polish time.

It seems I might be delayed yet again. Landing prognosis quarter to six local time. I do have some connections so it shouldn’t be to terrible. An hour and three quarters left for now. I hate the last hours of the flight it seems pointless I should be already there end the agony of tight seats and dry air. 23:06 polish time 16:06 local.

Time of flight looks to be a out nine hours and forty minutes.

I got to get in no special trouble. Couple questions were why and for how long. And if my day couldn’t get any finer I got more ticket fun. First the ticket I was hoping for wasn’t recommended to me instead I was give a line up for a 19:20 flight out with UA. Great I thought met a customer service girl and exchange one of mu bracelets for one of hers. Hers is in jolly colours and jingles mine was orange shoe lace. UA does not operate this flight continental does. Very cool. I got to go to continental. Took a tram to a different side of the OHara airport.

There a cool lady she books me in on a flight that supposed to leave from B2 at 16somethig but since it is getting delayed it should board 19:37. I get to B2 and there is a flight boarding to Huston wow damn. I get to a dude he sends me to Mike. Mike is a no nonsense kind of guy, he books me on a 16:47 flight to Newark it is almost 19:10 mind you. That new flight is leaving yesterday so I jump on and become the second to last passengers to board it. It should land earlier than I have told my Mom it would but it’s ok I will/can just wait for my Dad in NJ. It’s nice to be finally on my way home. It’s 19:37 local time (2:37 polish time ) and I’m again up in the air. Getting little hungry somewhat tired and ready for shower and a hot meal.

Landed 4;11 polish time and about 22:11 local. As you probably guess that isn’t even close to the end of it. My out of Poland to out of Poland calls are as expensive as they can be and yet short and to the point isn’t working over them. Finally I zero down on my bag it will be coming on another flight the one to last I was suppose to be on. Cool lands quarter past eleven pm. I can wait or have it mailed to me. It’s 22:46 and I’m waiting for my Dad in baggage claim with no bag. All I want is a hot shower and some chocolate milk to go with it. And although this whole running around is educational I would be happy to end it.

In short my day starts just before 7am and at about 8am I am either entering an office or school grounds and I get back “home” (place I do get to sleep at) after 5pm sometimes even as late as 8pm. I eat dinner and spend couple hours reviewing and doing some homework, another two reading the press.

When my body finally touches the bed, I dream of nothing else than for the beating to stop! I feel bruised and barely alive, and that state persists till I wake up next day and I am ready to get back at it. I love it.

Before I split my attention and get into all the fine details I want to say that it is an amazing feeling to sit in a class room with a classical instruction and not being a chapter, semester ahead of everybody else. I suppose this is how it feels to really enjoy-interact with the learning process before I didn’t care or was just that much faster than the rest of the class… I was bored. Not bored because I was the best one! I wasn’t even close to being the best one, but I was however, the most flexible in learning things in the so called “in-between” time. I survived because I was able to create answers out of thin air and mostly guess them right.

This time around I get to enjoy the pursuit and the suffering of doing it the old way…. hope it lasts longer than a month or two… I have a chance to actually learn something!

So as not to loose the little notes I have of those amaizing blog entries I was hoping to write I am going now in a single and very short… duh! … post give you the remining 9 days of my pre class life in Poland.

Day 16… was 24th of September, Friday! rest of the days you going have to finger count!

On that Friday my main attraction was volunteering for GreenPeace… I just kind of walked up to them and there was about 6 hours of my life gone… was collecting signatures to save tree’s in a UNESCO listed piece of land!!! Fun lost most of my voice and I forgot how fun it was to grass root projects and make a complete fool out of my self in a large and very public place! Go ecology!

Day 17

For a family dinner I was coersed to help move… Dinner was amaizingly good my older sister is truelly an excelent cook… Food was heavenly and the helping thing was totaly worth it!

I made a mistake of collecting a carrot from a random batch of farm land and washing it in a very random stream… gave everyone a scare… but it was a GOOD Carrot.  It could have been also that the bacteria filled stream didn’t realized I could have been infected… next time the little buggers will be ready!

Got me thinking the day that is about familly structures, household, hustband, wife, friends, family and were do all of them fit in the grand scheme of responsibilities and priveledges… conclusions… maybe later (short post remember).

Day 18

Stopped by my uncles/aunts place… relaxing some hanging out.  Rest of the stuff is borring and I just can’t read my notes… Important is the contamplation of house building, although I do consider myself being some-what-tentativly-semi-ready for a family house building seems still very sureal… there is just so much that goes wrong and needs to be checked, double checked and checked again…  Solution, filfy rich wife that gets t done just by snaping her fingers!

Day 19 27th of September.

Found out that my translations were not good enough! WTF? the polish curatorium didn’t like what I submitted, and funny thing is I triple checked if all was in order… bureaucracy, can’t win with that s***!

Watched a game in the World Championships in Volleyball.  Poland vs Serbia. I didn’t realize this ealier but volleyball is so much fun to watch. Especialy in the right crowed.  Nothing much happend that day… errants but those are borring…  Wine and train rides was my mental state!

Day 20

Optometryst to get my littel health certification to go study at a University and especialy in a hostile enviroment of chemicals (and hopefully …. them too).  This exam was an embarasment… I payed money to come in and tell the lady I was fine… no cool colors no checking no toys…. and I didnt get a lolipop at the end…. LAME-O.

Day 21

No food here, empty stomach, possible blood test…

Doctors visit, short and expensive but I felt actually handeled not like the day before… ofcourse no blood test because those people “actually” should know what they are talking about!

Meeting with the program director… that went alright, got 126 out of 136 credits accepted, high review of this guy, he is one of the few people I met who has a plan and can see past what I have on paper.

Collected transaltions, deposition in the Education ministry hopefully those will take less time than they are saying it “might” take.

New hot spot in a bookstore called trafic I like it (am here right now ^^), met some friends … good day.. most of them are just as busy… and I love it.

Day 22

Borring lots of running, some proposals… nothing worth mentioning… my notes have one line…says “Hopefully good”.

Day 23

Stuck in the office, writting proposals and it starts to accure to me that the feeling that there is some greater plan conserning my humble person is unravling here, scary… it has to do something with the pretty chem-girls but the details and methoeds are a little fuzzy – thats the departments idea not mine.  Did some money transfers, most of my school things are payed by money-transfers all of them I do at a post office not having a bank account in Poland… to lazy to make one.

I drilled some holes… in the celing and manage to hit the support iron bars… my luck right?  9 holes later I give up… oh yeah there is the second floor, those bars are probably needed than.

Haily Berry was in Warsaw promoting perfume… cool, right?

Day 24 Saturday the 2nd of October.

I’m little tired, yesterday was a workout, the drilling and all.  More GreenPeace, this time a rally, they do seem like a fine bunch, lending my hat to a girl there was an interesting experience took me almost 2 weeks to get it back.  Got to do little till evening, wine tasting party… during wine shopping I got to have shots with a vodka girl. Side not Stomach Bitter Vodka is actually sweet… Now that IS cool!

We watched horror movies and took drunk pictures, that is all fn till you get to see them later… now that is Scary movie material.

What do you think about Vegiterians and Vegans out of choice… little crazy for my taste… I mean there ways to make it work, but meat=murrder T-shirts are a trip I would see on religious folks.

Day 25 Sunday October 3rd

I’m tired and there is another road tripped planed, and yet all I can think of is a breakfast and a good night sleep is what I need.

So here you have it, short post outlining the last couple days of September I never got to write on the daily basis. Lame? No? send me a mail if you think I should fix it or just move on and stop blogging (that won’t happend but I never got hate mail ^^)

Side note the wisdom teeth were there to help maw on/through bone… I suppose they got the “wisdom tooth” label after one used their brain to order chinese food over chewing on ones neighbor.

So I feel slight discomfort, probably after all those needle punctures… two full ampules and I still felt the drill.  Enough whining.

Since now I have little more time to write and really don’t feel like doing anythings meaningful I’m going … keep on writing.

For the pass days I found that the WUoT (or PW in polish) has bunch of rather comfortable tables in its main library.  This is a place were although internet-less, I can do little/some work in peace and quite.  It is close to where I am currently sleeping and I do feel at peace here.  I do need to find my own place…

Second happened at the doctors office today, happened isn’t very precise it was more of a occurrence.  It had dawned on me how much fun those semi awkward those boy meets girl moments are.  Nothing but making faces and smiling, many thanks go to my dentist, aside of one of the best doctors I had met she is one of the warmest people.  If drilling wasn’t so destructive to my health and pocket I would be there more often.

Building a house and moving in is SOOOO much work.  Both time and resources… huge amounts.  The more I think about it the more it scares me.  To my future wife… please either come with a huge, done and empty house or don’t demand one before we have 5 grown up kids to do the heavy lifting for us!

This makes me thing about the owning things part of life…  Stuff does help!  It is neat to have a bed to sleep in and silverware to eat the food you bought… a computer to type blog entries in etc.  Is there a breaking point were to much stuff starts getting seriously in the way?  Moment were the stuff gets a life of its own and start making demands things and becomes like that mother-in-law who doesn’t hear very well, doesn’t know much and yet has a forceful opinion about everything.  Hope I won’t meet her daughter.

If I do it right my semester will be a tad more difficult than it will be for a regular student and if I do it wrong my word will matter less than it would be decent in the long run.

I wore my pink shirt and the magic tie, I got to match it… accepting this challenge and opportunity was the only way out!  I will be poking my head around this for days to come.  I see the trouble of even slightly overstating my abilities and the trouble for not giving enough credit were credit is due.  This shot will have to be dead on…  And yet the problem of my existence is that I am craving a “malaga” flavored ice cream.