One of my first experiences with a foreign language that always stays in my mind was one of my professors, he was so kind and spoke in such a nice way, with such a sharp look and almost as polite as a CNN commentator, everyone loved to imitate his accent and mannerisms. Even such an intense course didn't seem long to me. Spending most of my days in a class of five students where English was injected like a screw into the brain, I ended up getting a great foundation there. But no matter how foolishly I thought I was ready to face and have a casual conversation with a native speaker, once on American soil I feel like I'm back to square one. I remember so much this boy asking me: how are you? My first response was um? Nothing. I'll never forget him looking at me like um I wasn't sure if he was imitating my previous face or if he was as confused as I was. Well, I realize that being in real America was very different from being a student in a classroom. Therefore I started taking more lessons, by now this was the third language academy I was entering. That was a great experience too, I was very lucky to also have a great teacher, students sitting in a round table sharing ideas and learning concepts together, but my favorite part was our extracurricular activities where I felt like a real adult. All those trips to Bahama Breeze, around the corner, where a Jamaican boy sang soothing tunes, the aromatic spices of the food flew before my nose, and I could converse in English with people from Brazil, France, Japan and other countries they allowed me to learn a lot