Three months after having left Toronto I find myself today at home making my English homework.
Sorry dears but it is boring.
I joined last term of the year an Advanced class at British Council in Barcelona.
Teacher is alright. He is an Irishman, sometimes difficult to understand but this is the threat I don’t worry for.
But believe me, the class in general is boring.
We’re some fifteen people, none of them overpassing the thirties, if so.
Actually my course colleagues might have the same interest I have, to get an official well appreciated qualification, the
Advanced Level of the British Council, but they are posh Spanish youngsters.
I say posh, please excuse me If I'm offending someone, because of the prize one has to pay for some twenty classes
in all, some twenty discounting Easter holidays and other days that I might not been able to go. I had to pay 700 Euros.
An amazing lot.
Anyway I joined and I’ll finish but nothing to do with the three months I joined Toronto’ s Ryerson University. I miss all
my colleagues there even tough their faces are beginning to fade.
I’m not going to get sad. I’ll go on here but it’s boring. I could not join the Escuela Official de Idiomas where the course
is much cheaper but it was to late in the year when I arrived in Barcelona. Maybe next year, who knows now