I think I’ve mentioned this, but in the depths of a New Years Day sickness and personal despair/need for change, I wrote out a ton of goals for 2013 that I wanted to achieve to help me feel better physically and mentally.
And one of them was to take language classes again.
I love studying languages. I have a degree in German and studied that for nine years. I studied French for two and I just soak that stuff up like a sponge. I love it. Learning, conversing, etc.
And despite knowing German, remembering a fair amount, and having fond memories of language classes in high school and college, French is what I really wanted to study more.
Plus, the south of France is on my travel wish list and, well they don’t speak much English there so…French will be very necessary.
A former coworker recommended L’Ecole Francais in Chicago and I signed up for a free open house class (which of course had some asshole pretending he wasn’t fluent but actually was) before the full summer semester began.
That free class included a semi-daunting placement test of grammar questions and….a written essay about yourself in French, to test where you are at comprehension-wise.
I have not taken any kind of French grammar or writing exercise in 12 years. But, it was like Rain Man because after hearing people speak French for an hour in the open house, it started coming back to me and I banged out four decent size paragraphs about myself to share with the teacher.
And despite a few grammar and conjugation errors, he said my impromptu essay was “very good” and recommended me for a mid-level class, not intermediate but not beginner either. I went home ridiculously happy.
So far, I’m on week six and it’s going well! But it’s tough and bittersweet that this part is almost over. But it’s also a challenge, in a good way. We have homework AND a final written/oral exam. But they serve wine in little plastic shot glasses, so that’s good.
And I plan on signing up for the next semester of classes when I return from Europe in September. Bien sur!