One of the more interesting moments in my life occured when I realized I had started to think in
French. This was after about 4 years of classes in middle and
high school. The odd thing was I felt my thoughts were limited due to lack of
vocabulary. I had to consciously change back to
English to think properly.
Then I started acting snooty, wore a beret to school and developed an affinity for baguettes.
Soon after I ended my career as a French student. It was one of the best decisions I've made in my life.
Note: the first and third paragraphs are true, the second was fictionalized for
comedic value (Well, except the part about the
baguette). I guess you can say this writeup is
Based on a true story.