As the first week was drawing to an end and I was getting to know the other students at the school, we sometimes stayed longer to play football on the fields scattered in Manchester, eat out, or go for a walk in the town centre with my classmates.
In my family, the mother was a teacher, which greatly helped me to practise English. I spent hours talking to her, asking her things and in the evening, we watched TV shows or went out to exercise together.
As regards the school, on the first week, my teachers were really excellent. Then, I changed classes and I found some of my new teachers were not as good, but on the thirst week, I was taught by the good teachers again. The English classes were nice, we were encouraged to speak, debate and express our opinions, explain things to others… everything was very useful, even though on the first week, I could feel my brain steaming during classes.