Sometimes it’s good to do things that you wouldn’t normally do. Things that are even a tiny bit scary to begin with. Sometimes these things can turn out to be bloody fantastic and you will wonder why oh why you didn’t do it forever ago.
Things like signing up for an evening class to learn French. Just because I fancy it. Something just for fun. Something just for me. And do you know what? I am loving it. Every single minute of it.
I loved French at school. Absolutely loved it. I aced my GCSE then went on to study at A-level. But everything went a little pear-shaped and I ended up being kicked out of sixth form meaning that my life took on a whole new route. Anyway I digress, I suspect that might be a story for another day. But what I was trying to say was that I’m actually amazed at how it is all coming flooding back to me. Somewhere in the deep murky recesses of my brain, is all that French vocabulary that I thought was long forgotten. And along with it, my complete love of learning a language.
I should point out that this is the girl who was ready to walk straight back out of the building on the night of my first class. Arriving there and quite frankly feeling ancient and way out of my depth, I wondered what the hell I was thinking signing up in the first place. But I am so glad I didn’t bolt now. I am so glad Twitter told me to be brave. Within minutes of my tutor walking into the room, I was completely immersed in a long forgotten world of learning and I loved it. And yes it is a complete cliché but I really do wish that I had done it years ago now.
I think my fellow students must hate me though to be fair. I’m a complete teacher’s pet but I just can’t help myself. I’m the first to arrive, notebook at the ready, pen poised. I’m the first to put my hand up to answer every single question. In fact, I sometimes forget to even put my hand up and just blurt it right out. I make no apologies for my enthusiasm. I just can’t help myself.
It’s quite hard to put my finger on it but these lessons are giving me so much more than a bit of conversational French. They have made me realise that I have a thirst to learn that I never even realised I had. But most of all, they have given me a whole new confidence. I really didn’t see that one coming. I signed up wanting to learn how to ask for directions should I find myself lost
in my daydreams in Paris. But it’s like I can see a glimpse of a whole new and improved me. Who can count to one hundred in French. And I rather like her.
J’aime vraiment cette fille qui peut compter jusqu’à une centaine en français. Je l’aime beaucoup.