Good-bye, you namby-pamby, half-assed studies!
Farewell, ye sporadic notes and vocab lists!
Adieu, Monsieur All-I-Know-Is-Present-Tense, And-Even-Then-Only-Seven-Verbs!
Hellooooooo structure, you beautiful fox, you.
Thank you, thank you. Merci, if you will.
So, I just signed up for my first ever French class.
To most people, this is probably not the most exciting news. In fact, most people would probably equate “I just signed up for a class” with “Good-bye, free time,” “#hasnosociallife,” or “Why is my checking account two-hundred bucks lighter?” But for me French 101 means direction, growth, and leads. French 101 means change. For all of my uncertainties in life right now– where I’m going, what I’m doing, how to progress, how to best pursue writing, and whether my novel-in-progress will hold its own or pancake– I am certain, for once, that this is what I need to be doing.
Some of the reasons I look forward to it:
- It will be my first experience as a student again since I taught English in Japan. I will definitely appreciate the structure and work the teacher puts into the course, and I know I will make the most of it.
- The class is downtown, which means I get to go into the city more and see and do loads of trendy, hipster, Portlandian things!
- I get to meet new people! Yay!
- Some of those people will probably want to practice French with me! Yay!
- Homework and tests mean I will actually be accountable for learning. Yay!
Yowza. Never thought I’d see the day I was excited for homework or tests. Or being accountable, for that matter. I remember once, in high school, my best friend and I were having a contest. The contest was to see who could say “I’m responsible,” and go the longest without cracking up.
The times, they are a-changin’.
P.S. A brief writing-related note: today, for the first time since I set my 1,000 words-a-day goal, I actually made it. And that is NOT counting this incredibly rambly, un-edited blog post. Am I not fantastic???