The gap between advanced proficiency and actual fluency is fucking huge and you will sometimes have one continuous headache for weeks on end trying to bridge it. People will speak words to you in your daily life and your brain will panic trying to figure out what language you are supposed to be responding in. You will want to punch yourself in the face on a regular basis and the only thing that will restrain you is the knowledge that being concussed is not conducive to memorizing vocabulary. Worst of all: this is all normal.
Das Menschlichste, was wir haben, ist doch die Sprache.Theodor Fontane, Unwiederbringlich
Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
This man is fucking killing me. Now he also speaks Russian. I’m already struggling with my third language and he’s like, “Yeah I speak 10 languages. So what?”
I start mixing my French and English in class. This is partly good partly not. I can use English to understand French texts but it doesn’t work for speaking. So I produce sentences like, “See you la semaine prochaine.” It’s also not helping that my cute Belge (see!) teacher is encouraging it.
Btw, j’adore le French fraction of the young teachers here. They like to curse like there’s no tomorrow. And the Belge one was like, “Does everyone know the word ‘putain’? And I was like, “Ok, I like his style.” The other funny thing was that he was telling me I’d be speaking perfectly in one and a half years just in time for my semester abroad. Yeah right, on what kind of drugs is he?