Upon moving to québec i discovered, to my chagrin, that French is one of the official languages. At Crookston, French lessons were as complicated as algebra lessons. How far would bonjour je m’appelle héléne and je m’assoire take me. On the other hand, the French spoken in Quebec is rooted in old French and sounds like the language that molière spoke. Oh what a panic was in my breastie. Determination came to forefront. the first French teacher I had, a French lady from France who didn...


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