It was Saturday, a busy day for me, I got up early that day to pack my bags. There was a bit of confusion because I was going to a place I had never heard of before: Tamanart, a small village that is located 80 km from Bouizakarne but belongs to the province of Tata. On Sunday 19th September, I got up early and went to look for a taxi to take my luggage to the bus station hoping to arrive on time so that I could take a seat on the "Bani express" bus, the only bus that goes to Tata management; yet, unfortunately for me, I had to wait an hour and a half in vain. Sunday is the day when the weekly market takes place here, that's why taxis are difficult to find even if you get up early because some people take them to the market. I finally found a taxi and asked the driver to come to our house to take my bags to the bus station to take another bus to Bouizakarne where I would have to find another means of transport to get to my destination. plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get Original Essay Once again, I had to wait there for an hour or so before a bus left. I take a reserved seat up to Bouizakarne where I get off to take a taxi to Tamanart. The taxi driver asked me to pay 3 times the price of a normal passenger because I had a lot of luggage and I was traveling somewhere quite far from the main road, I agreed because there were no other options. After an hour and a half of driving, I arrived in Tamanart. I unload my bags from the taxi and take them to the house I rent with 3 other new teachers. It consists of 2 rooms, a fairly large entrance hall, a kitchen and a bathroom. I spent my first day there quite uneasy about this new world. I only had comfort in the novel "Kabul Beauty School". In the evening, I thought about my first day at school and how things would go, so I read all the articles I had already printed about classroom management and rules in order to create a suitable atmosphere in which learning could take place in a healthy. The next morning was Monday 20 September. It was my first day at the new school. I had two hours from 10 to 12. I felt this new responsibility like a heavy load on my shoulders. At 10 I gathered courage and entered the classroom. First I greeted the students and introduced my name in their native language, Berber. Secondly, I shed light on the importance of English both nationally and internationally, trying to whet their appetite for this new language. Next I asked each of them to take a sheet of paper and write their name, age, address and their hobbies. Once finished, each of them had to read what they had written about themselves before handing me their sheet of paper. Afterwards I tried to establish the rules of the class with them. I started by asking them what it takes to create a learning atmosphere so I could brainstorm some ideas they have in mind. I then instructed one of them, whose handwriting was good, to write on the board what we had agreed for the rest of the class to write and then copy onto the first page of their English notebooks by the next session we met. The procedure was similar with the other groups throughout the week. When I got home that day I felt like I had gotten rid of the 30/. of the load off my shoulders but there was still a lot of work to do. I was thinking about how to prepare a simple and interesting lesson that can make the English language attractive to students. So I chose to start.