As luck would have it, all the French that I studied and thought I had down pat vanished into thin air! I usually dream in French right before the trip and certainly during the trip. I have no trouble getting around, ordering food or shopping whatsoever. However, some nights the clock strikes midnight and I wake up with a nightmare.
Remember the recurring dream you had during high school or college where it was the day of the French final and you were wandering the halls not finding the room in which your final was taking place? Then you were late to the exam only to discover when you sat down with a sweaty pencil in hand that you had skipped all the French classes for the past month and knew not one single answer?! OMD (Oh Mon Dieu) it seemed so real that when you woke up you looked around for a while in panic mode wondering if you did indeed fail the French class. Well guess what? Adults can have that dream too! That’s exactly what happens to out of the blue some nights. It’s the same nightmarish dream from Mademoiselle’s Johnson’s French class at Notre Dame Academy. Yup, that’s correct, this girl of French decent was about to fail her favorite language at a French named school. Could it get any worse?
Time to get cracking learning what I’ve forgotten between trips.