Learn French again

Hm. Okay. This plan may not work out as previously laid out, but no worries! Basically, I reevaluated the situation and determined that I would go fucking crazytown if I had to take three language classes on TOP of the summer work I’m already doing. Instead, I’m tackling this goal as a normal person might, and signing up for French at Wellesley. A class per semester. I’m still excited. It’s still going to happen. And if not, I’ll just listen to nothing but Carla Bruni and Francoise Hardy until it does.

I started learning French when I was really young – it was required at my school in Australia – but gave it up when I moved to America. Which has always made me sad, because I know I was on track to become fluent. Anyway, before transferring to Wellesley this fall, I’m taking three (!!!) French classes over the course of six weeks (!!!!!!!) in the summer. It’ll be my first time taking French in seven years.