When I was a freshman in high school I had five years of a Spanish class under my belt and was frankly tired of it. So I instead took French. My teacher was quite spectacular, she spoke five different languages fluently and was easily the best language teacher I've ever had. She once said that when she lived in France for a few years she would in fact dream in french. This seemed absolutely absurd to me until last night, I had a dream completely in french. It was half really cool and half kinda creepy. Unfortunately I no longer have said awesome teacher, and instead I'm stuck in a class with a teacher who does not enjoy teaching I'm in fact riding on my first year of french... two years after the class!
Similarly in unfortunateness (I hope that's a real word) the teacher I have now is actually slowly killing my interest in the French language. So I have a solution! I'd like to take german at some point. Luckily I've always been rather good with languages and if my thrill for french can not be rekindled, I fully intend to take German instead. If said thrill is returned, I will probably take German anyway.
(Insert catchy sign off phrase here.... I'll work on it)
A Peaceful Sort of Melancholy
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