I've spent this weekend shopping around for films to write my final paper for French National Cinema on. I've gotten the topic as narrow as "Jean Gabin and stardom in post-war Tradition of Quality cinema." As specific as that might sound, it's a wide field, considering how prolific Gabin was. Maybe all the movies are getting to me, but I'm really longing to wander the streets of Paris with a baguette right now. I feel like a college student cliche.I wanted French to be my second language when we were picking them in seventh grade, but the class was full, so I ended up in German, my second choice. I wonder how different I would be if I'd switched into French at any of the points after that when I could have, in high school or when I was picking my RC language. Maybe not a lot, but at least I might be able to appreciate aspects of these films (accent diversity, acting subtleties) that I can't right now. I also probably would have been able to visit France by now, and maybe do one of those awesome French film study abroad programs. I wouldn't be as apprehensive about traveling there and dealing with the language barrier. Also, knowing French is just awesomely cool by itself. Ah well. Woulda coulda shoulda.
Ich soll stolzer auf mein Deutsch sein, und es öfter benutzen. Ich bin hella rusty geworden. After all, I'll need it when I go on that big Europe trip with liebe Mutter. HINT HINT.
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