Frenchy winter break

I'm thinking of going to France this winter to study French.

I know it's most probably futile, a complete waste of time, money and effort to say the least, seeing that the chances of me living in France, or using French is minimal. But it's just one of those things that you do just because you really want to, you know. Things that you do regardless of the odds.

Things that you dreamt of doing, but always put aside when you rationalize it.

I've always liked, wanted, dreamt, longed to be able to understand, read, speak French. Many would cringe when they hear this. You want to speak French? Why? That god-awful country with those God-awful arrogant people. I always smiled whenever I hear this. I can't tell them why specifically, but I honestly and sincerely think that French is the most beautiful language in the world. To be deprived of such beauty would be a tragedy. To consider such beauty makes it much less rational with every consideration.

Some would even say all this non-sense just to study French? The country is only a train ride away from where you're living and typing this right now. Those some can understand and talk a little French because they had some classes in highschool. I went to an Australian highschool, and as far as I know, Australia has very little to do with the French to adopt the language. Much less to teach it to children in their schools. So for me, it is new and foreign to consider going off to the country and study it.

Another consideration popped into mind when I think of the odds: the expenses. Learning another language is expensive, especially when you learn it in the country. Unfortunately, I do not believe in learning a language outside the country that it is actually used. As a student without a partime job or income whatsoever, I understand how unfair and incredibly selfish it is for me to put this kind of budget on my parents. I talked to them about it this Summer when I went home, and I was taken aback by how supportive they were.

So I think that's it. I am going to stop my brain from trying to talk me out of this and to just go for it. My blood is pumping in excitement, the corners of my lip curved in a perfect smile.

*I would end it with a sweet French phrase, unfortunately I know none just yet. So I think a smile would suffice for the moment, and save the awkward French grammatical mistakes for later.