Once more it is June. Again. And again I embark upon that epic effort of daily blogging, take three, wherein I call upon myself for a kind of rambling focus, picking from a list of daily topics, and with neither planning nor advance writing, strive to pepper this blog with the free-thought, free-writing wonder that is another one of Those 30 Posts in June. Today, that post just happens to be:
I’m obsessed right now. I wrote in an earlier post about the time I’ve been spending on Duolingo trying to build my French comprehension.
But it’s working, I think.
And I’m enjoying it… I think.
And I want to understand. I want to get it.
I don’t think I’ve ever really written down the story of my failed attempts at French in High School. I mean, I was a pretty good student. I was in the honours program, and did almost a full load of the International Baccalaureate program.
In fact, I was so close to a full load that the only thing I was really missing was French.
French had always been my burden. The disparity in education between school districts even in the same province (at least back then — I can’t speak for now) meant that when I moved to a new city –from Barrhead to Red Deer– back in the eighties, I was immediately behind in a couple subjects. 1) I never learned to play the ukelele and 2) I was suddenly two years behind in French.
sucking at French… well… sucked
For a guy who could do every other subject with ease, sucking at French… well… sucked.
Years went by. I struggled. French always brought down my average grade. And by the time I hit High School I packed it in and ignored the optional requirement, and went along my merry way.
Then, for a multitude of the wrong reasons, I decided that it might be nice to be a full IB student and, hey, maybe I could catch up on two years of high school French my burning my last summer vacation with a self-study catch-up effort.
One guess as to how I did when school resumed in September. I’d dropped my dreams by late October, and pretty much put it behind me.
Well, almost. I still harbour those dreams of bilingual-ness. Y’know, like kinda wanting to understand that language.