I can’t speak French. I live in France and can barely put together a sentence in French. It’s getting to be embarrassing.
I have Rosetta Stone and another online language program on my computer. I work on them occasionally. A couple of weeks ago, I signed up for a beginner’s class through a Uzès expats group. Friday was the first day of class. When I arrived for the lesson, it had been postponed. So, you see, some of it isn’t my fault.
If I write down all my excuses for not learning French, I’ll shame myself into trying harder.
Here’s the countdown:
It’s the weekend
I’ll do it tomorrow.
I’m too old
I have a headache
I don’t get it
I need a drink
I get along fine
I watch French movies
Where’d the day go?
“Don’t even try it!” says Joel, the owner of Le Bistrot in Uzes.
I sampled a few French phrases from him, and he said, “No! Stop!”
Apparently, I’m abusing the language. He says I can quote him.
Perhaps, the solution is to begin writing blog posts in French. Capturing moments in my French life for posterity is where I want to spend my time. Why not write about these moments in French?
Picture this: me penning a post in French, trying to navigate grammar and vocabulary without Google Translate. The thought makes my hair stand on end. It would be like diving headfirst into a pool, not knowing how to swim. It would be a comedy of errors.