Suddenly I have a couple more “followers” now that I occasionally type posts in French.
Anyway, de toute façon — I don’t know whether I want summer to end. Je ne sais pas si je voudrai que cet été finisse. On one hand it means I would be done with math, and I really, really dislike linear algebra and differential equations. On the other hand, it means no more French class, which is inordinately fun for me. Two hours a day of talking about random everyday things, with a great GSI; what’s not to like?
(I must commend the French department, specifically the director of the lower division, Seda Chavdarian, for taking beginning-French pedagogy so seriously. The French GSIs are really very good at what they do.)
I wish that I had the time to take French 3. Je souhaite que j’aie le temps pour suivre Français 3. Actually it’s more of the lack of units than the time. I don’t mind spending an extra hour every day in French class, but I’d have 25 units in a semester and that’s not very wise. I also find it interesting that though French homework is really quite frustrating at times (par exemple, j’ai un rapport de lecture et un essai pour lundi et mardi, respectivement), the enjoyment the daily class meetings bring far outweigh the monotony of homework.
Plus, a friend tells me that French 3 is when you truly get over the barrier of hopelessness — you know, the panic that sets in at the thought of having to speak the other language; I have realized that I can actually speak French quite competently if I just relax — and it would be nice to not always have that irrational fear.
I am considering taking French 13, the intermediate conversation class, au lieu de Français 3, since it’s only 2 units. Maybe I’ll self study French 3 grammar on the side.