I recently enrolled in the local community college to take a language class. I wanted to continue my Italian studies and having completed two years of Italian in 1999, I was looking into taking Italian at the 300 designation: Advanced Italian or Italian Composition and Conversation.
The community college - a two year institution - did not offer any classes beyond the intermediate or 200 level. I looked at the Department of Languages at the state university (ASU) and found the class I wanted to enroll in but tuition and fees for a 4 credit class were quite high. I was very disappointed because I was looking forward to further my Italian studies, and with no trip on the horizon in this academic year, I wanted to engage in some productive mental activity to give my brain a good workout.
I spent most of August researching all my options for a language course. After looking at all my options, I finally decided to enroll in Beginners French class. Why French, you ask? Well, I took one year of French in high school and college but never used it, so I lost most of it. I know a few courtesy phrases, have a very basic vocabulary and can understand some French in the written form but I can’t carry a conversation or understand a French speaker. On our trip to Morocco last year I realized how little French I knew.
Tonight is my first class. I’m ready, with a new binder, sharp pencils (with plenty of eraser!) and first day of school jitters. Maybe I should have a glass of French wine before heading to class. Or maybe not. I hope to come back from my first class as excited as I was when I attended that first Italian class ten years ago.
To mark this new language adventure of mine and to tie this post to my Italian obsession, here’s one of my favorite French singers, Charles Aznavour singing the beautiful song Com'è triste Venezia.