If I go to get that PhD, I will have to fulfill a language requirement. That is why I found myself with other Francophiles, all trying to learn or, in my case, brush up on their French. The class, which to my shock was full immersion, transported me back to high school where I spent hours conjugating verbs and countless more hours delineating between the masculine and feminine. It is something about our own language that we don’t truly differentiate between the masculine and feminine. Despite missing the first class due to my son being home sick from school, I found myself delving right in, amazed at how much I could recall after all of these years.
Like all writers my dream has always been and continues to be to live in Paris. Perhaps it is this dream, more than the need to pass my language equivalency for the PhD program, why I am determined to not only brush up on my french, but to be proficient enough to make my life there. Whatever the real motivations, I know I will spend many hours at the French Institute in the coming years.
