The war between The Rosetta and me…

Rosetta Stone French

Cover me, I’m going in – French II on Rosetta Stone.  I’m breaking out in a cold sweat.  Level II, this is where they start assuming you can actually apply your new knowledge to real people in real situations.  I am awesome at guessing the fill in the blanks and when I can take my time to come up with the right spelling of a new vocab word I look like a genius, but this next level is something scary I tell you.

How scary is it?  It’s so scary it reminds me of the feeling I had when my mother let me drive from little suburban Scituate, Massachusetts into “big city” Boston, solo on a Friday night and I took the wrong exit off the highway landing me smack dab in the middle of the “Combat Zone.”  I’m old, so this was of course before the days of cell phones and navigation systems.  My mother’s last words to me out the door were, “Whatever you do, don’t take the left off the highway into the Combat Zone where they just grabbed some girl and slashed her face and left her for dead last week.”  My heart was pounding so hard I could feel  the beating  in my eardrums  as I tried desperately to navigate my way back to the right roads.  Are you getting the picture here?  Well, that’s how I feel starting this section of the Rosetta part deux.