I want to tell you a story about a broken heart.

When I initially went to college, I wanted to double (triple?) major in English and French Education.

Starting in seventh grade (when the first language classes were offered in my district, even though studies show that the younger a person is, the easier it is for them to learn a new language…) I took French at school. I reveled in it, being one of the top in my class, falling in love with a language, which really was such a gateway. I wanted to become fluent, to move to Paris, or to visit Paris and Versailles, coming…