On my first day of intensive French class I am certain I want to quit.
I’m in the Mediterranean-adjacent, mid-sized town of Montpellier, in the south of France, and I’ve committed myself to two months of classes.
The lessons, held every afternoon for a total of 20 hours a week, are conducted entirely in French. English is forbidden. Every class culminates in a group exercise, or production oral, where we provide our opinions on a topical subject, somehow connected to the lesson for the day.
After completing an online test, I am placed in the elementary class, which places me slightly above complete beginners. Notwithstanding this apparent distinction, I spend the entire
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