(This is going to be long)
[1] I have been studying the French language, with
some consistency, for three years. This field of
study has been, all at once, the hardest and most
rewarding of my life. I would put it above the
study of writing simply because I started writing
as a 6-year-old boy under my mother’s tutelage.1
I
always “felt” I could write. I did not always “feel” I
could effectively study a foreign language.
But here I am, right now, in a Montreal hotel. I
spoke French at the border. I spoke French when
I checked in. I spoke French when I went to get
lunch. I don’t really believe in fluency.2
If there is
such a thing, I don’t have it. I mishear words. I
confuse tenses. I can’t really use the subjunctive. Yet.
Something has happened to me and the something is this — I have gotten better. I don’t know when I
first felt it. I didn’t feel it this summer at Middlebury,3

despite the difference in my entrance and exit
scores. I didn’t feel it when I first arrived in Paris in January. I felt, as I always feel, like I was stumbling
around in the dark. I still feel like that. But I also feel like I am getting better at stumbling.
I am emphasizing how I “feel” because, when studying, it is as important as any objective4
reality.

Hopelessness feeds the fatigue5

that leads the student to quit. It is not the study of language that is
hard, so much as the “feeling” that your present level is who you are and who you will always be. I
remember returning from France at the end of the summer of 2013, and being convinced that I had
some kind of brain injury which prevented me from hearing French vowel sounds. But the real enemy
was not any injury so much as the “feeling” of despair. That is why I ignore all the research about
children and their language advantage. I don’t want to hear it. I just don’t care. As Carolyn Forché
would say — “I’m going to have it.”

[5] To “have it,” I must manage my emotional health. Part of that long-term management — beyond
French — is giving myself an opportunity to get better at difficult things. There is absolutely nothing in
this world like the feeling of sucking at something and then improving at it. Everyone should do it every
ten years or so.
I don’t know what comes after this. I have said this before, and will say it again: Studying French is like
setting in a canoe from California to China. You arrive on the coast of Hawaii and think, “Wow that was
really far.” And then you realize that China is still so very far away. “Feelings” come and go. Likely,
someone will say something — in the next hour or so — which I do not understand and I will feel a little
hopeless again. But right now, I feel high. And one must savor those moments of feeling high, because
they are not the norm. The lows are the norm. The Struggle is the norm. May it ever be thus.
Questions:
What were the character's obstacles? (Problems)
How did the character overcome these obstacles? (Solutions)
What important lesson did the character learn about life as a result? (Theme)

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