Freshman year, I chose French II as an elective and off I went. My French teacher that year was very helpful and smart, which was very helpful for my very slow brain. I also signed up and registered for a trip to France this year too (which my boss over the summer probably loved cause I was off work for two weeks).
Sophomore year came French III and that was when things started to get harder. I did good, and ended the class with a B- but it still wasn't any easier. The France trip was surprisingly easier than any class I ever took.
My Group outside the Louvre MuseumPersonal Photo
Then came French IV. Don't get me wrong, my teacher was fantastic and did her best to help me, but I couldn't do much. Vocab was easy but verbs and conjugations were hard. Super hard. Later in the year, when I met with my counselor to talk about classes for next year, he said that my teacher thought I wasn't ready for French V. I agreed. I had already signed up for Spanish I at that point as well.
So, my second semester of senior year begins. I start taking Spanish I and I am literally floating on a bed of air right now. French class was amazing and it's a beautiful language, but switching to Spanish was by far the best decision I've ever made.
See, Spanish and French both have Latin roots which means that they both have similar words and roots, but with different meanings. That doesn't mean that I haven't had moments when my brain goes into French mode. Nadar turned into Nager last week, both of which mean to swim. I've said 'oui' instead of 'si' and will probably continue to do more in the future. If you have the chance, take a different language. It helps boosts your understanding of the other one too.
