After 33 years you would think I would have progressed to at least French 2. However, I was informed last week during my trial class (to gauge my level), that-yeah…I’m still testing at French 1. And further more they recommend I brush up on the basics (as in the alphabet). Arg!
Here I sit a frustrated Francophile.
I should explain my obsession with France to you. Basically, for as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to live in France and speak French. I dreamed of marrying a French man and of riding bicycles in the French country side. Long story short – I married a man who is half French. I didn’t get the whole Frenchman package but I did get the whole French Mother-in-law package. These stories we will visit soon – I promise. And the humor in them will not disappoint.
Fast forward 30 plus years, I still don’t speak French. BUT there’s no time like now. Right? Arg! Believe me when I say “I’ve tried”.
Here’s the plan. Stop, drop and roll. Stand up, brush self off and start all over again. I’m more determined now than ever to learn French. I’ve heard people say “sometimes you have to step back before stepping forward.” This is one of those times. Therefore, I’ve registered for the recommended review classes. They should take a month to complete. I’ve also registered for the private online lessons. Where I plan to break old habits – and finally learn to speak French.
My word of the day: Bonne Chance! Bonne chance à moi. (Good luck to me).
My goal for the day: Master the correct pronunciation of the French alphabet (a point the professor recommended during the trial class). Arg!
Au revoir et a bientôt!