When I was starting high school my grandparents told me that if I took French they would take me to France. I was planning on taking French anyway, so this was just a super awesome incentive to actually learn the language.
My French I teacher was amazing. I learned tons of things in her class and it was structured as I thought a foreign language class ought to be. Unfortunately, my teacher for French II and III had a slightly different idea. Instead of teaching us French we read a short play that was written in French. He called it “immersion.” He may have been successful if he had actually spoken to us in French and required us to speak French in the class. Neither one of those was the case and the only thing I remember from those two years is “le flic” which is a slang term for “the police.”
However, I did have the opportunity to go to France in 2006 just 3 short days after graduation. It was a fantastic experience!
It was a great time! The food is amazing (even the McDonalds seemed fancy.) There are W.C.’s on street corners. The tourist souveniers seem exotic! I even got a kick out of telling the locals that I didn’t speak English (admitting you speak English is like saying “Why yes, I would love to be swindled today.”) Even having an extremely creepy guy try to pick me up on my way to church with my grandparents was kind of exciting.