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Life is strange in many ways.
I began to learn English when I was 12. For the next 12 years, it looked always that way. When I graduated from University, I though my English is very good. Later, when I move to Montreal, I find what kind of joke it is. I can barely open my mouth. By then, I was already in a French University, study French as a second language for the reason we all understand. After a while, I begin to ask myself “If I cannot learn English wee when I was only 12, how could I learn French well when I was 34?” See, life is a total lost. Just as I decide to do something else, the government check arrives, for awarding me learning la plus belle langue dans le monde. So… you know the end. |
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