The Duolingo app is the largest on my phone and it tells me off if I haven't done my daily French lessons. It gets quite aggressive, changing from green to red if you've not opened the app and done a class for the day.
It also has a counter, telling you how many days straight you've done your French lessons.
My counter is sitting on 998 days.
Yes, for nearly three years I've been doing French lessons.
Can I speak, read and write French? Sort of. I'm not fluent, but I wish I was.
I can, however, understand the crux of most things I read, make myself understood and chatter away, butchering the language, but still able to be understood.
Okay, I'm underselling myself. I studied French through high school until first year university, I'm blessed with a good memory and a love of syntax, form and function.
I love that the French have awesome words for things. Dragonflies are libelulles. Wasps are guepes. Crutches are bequilles.
French rolls around parts of your mouth that English doesn't hit. The R's that grumble around the back of your throat. The 'illes' which makes an ay sound. The running on consonants.
It's just better.
But what happens when I make 1000 days, and I will do that on Friday. What then?
15 minutes a day. Has it been worth it?
Yes.
Will I keep going?
Yes.
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