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At first, I thought I might have gone into the wrong classroom, since at first class there was a gaggle of excitedly chatting teenagers, eighteen, nineteen, perhaps. Had they accidentally put me in with a younger group? Was the groups age based? I worried about this for a couple of split seconds until I saw someone that looked to be in their fifties or sixties sitting on the corner, quite apart from the loud teen crowd. 

I breathed a sigh of relief and I spotted someone else, probably a couple more years older than me, standing up near the end, fiddling with her bag. So, making sure I had all my Spanish papers from my last lesson, I sat down next to the elder women and gave the younger women a quick “Hi” as I sat down. 

The teens were giggling together and chatting loudly, their accent I realised after a couple of minutes trying to place it, was an Irish accent. Are the Irish known as loud people, I wondered, or was this just specific to this younger group?

The young woman, who looked a couple of years older than me, suddenly stood up and stood in front of the white board and I realised suddenly that she was the teacher, not a student, and I was silently relieved I hadn’t said anything stupid to her, to let her know I hadn’t realised she was the teacher. 

Like my first lesson, this lesson also ran smoothly, however I did sometimes question if I wanted to strangle some teenagers by the amount of noise they were making. However, despite their noise, they seemed to know less Spanish than me, that made me feel better, and I’d even had started to make plans in my head as to how I’d ignore the noise and try and be more friendly, if this was my group. 

Yet by my third lesson, I began to wish that they, in fact, had stayed in my classes. 

Find out why next chapter!