I've been a bad student of French lately.
I've missed my classes last week, so I'm a little behind (petite derierre ho-ho).
At the moment I'm trying to catch up with what I assume is the bits I've missed out on. Thankfully I don't seem to have forgotten too much.
It would seem though that the difference between the Saturday and Week classes are the difference between the slow and fast class. Saturday being for the nonstandard picnic allocation of sandwiches (cruel I know, but there you have it).
My plan is to be good enough with French to get about the Loire next year. Also the plan is to provide enough brain exercise to stop my mind from turning to porridge.
I'm committed to learning French.
Just means a wee bit of hard work catching up and I'm ready for that!
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