Every now and then, I get it into my head that I want to learn another language. I don't know why I keep doing this, on a good day I'm a competent English speaker, but never the less, every other year or so, I get the powerful urge to expand my horizons and learn new things in an effort to meet new people and explore the world around me.
Last time around, it was French. With the added bonus of there being a French class offered at my college. I had done pretty okay with the whole two semesters of French I got in high school (before the program was cut), so I figured yeah, okay, why not. French is a pretty good language, all things considered. There's a lot of words that can be related back to the English language right? Right! So no problem!
As it turns out, I'm terrible at retaining knowledge related to language. At least with English, I generally know what everything means and can infer the rest with context. And now, I can kind of sort of almost do that with French. So, accomplishment! Kind of.
Still, it was miles better than my brief and ineffective stab at learning kanji.
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