I started my first foreign language in Junior High School, 7th grade. At the time not everyone was taking languages but I had an opportunity and took it. I choose Spanish rather than French because my mom spoke a little French and well, I was 13 and a bit of a rebel.
I loved Spanish, but quickly found myself going beyond what high school could offer of it, I picked it up so quickly. So I only had a chance to take harder classes at university. While working on my BA, I decided to add Russian. I exhausted the Spanish classes available there too - even the grad level ones, and as soon as my Spanish started interfering with my Russian I stopped. Meanwhile I also took a year and a half of German to prep for a solo trip to Europe.
In graduate school I was working on an MA in Slavic Linguistics so we had to take at least 2 other Slavic languages plus Old Church Slavonic. While I detested OCS, I took Polish and Bulgarian, and especially loved Polish, but they only offered one semester’s worth and I was too busy with my other coursework to continue. We were also required to take one Non Indo-European language, and convinced an adult student at the university who spoke fluent Finnish to teach that for a year. That was alot of fun. I even got to use a few phrases when we travelled there after spending a semester in Moscow.
And then I got married, moved north, had no exposure to Russian or Spanish speaking folks and promptly began to lose most of what I had become mostly fluent with. It wasn’t until years later when I spent much time in Québéc at music festivals that I decided I needed to learn a little French. I took one semester of French at Bennington College, and if I could have afforded more I would have, but it was enough to give me a bit of grammar ‘glue’ that I didn’t have just picking up vocab at the music fests. Personally I’d love to be able to afford the time and $ to spend a summer up there in an immersion program.
But then I moved again and no longer had my neighbor to practice with.
Finally 3 yrs ago I was fed up after attending an Irish singing workshop and not knowing what to do with the spelling of the lyrics that I decided to attend a local Irish language class… and I fell in LOVE with the language. Plus finally I have access to a relative local number of Irish speaking/learning communities between Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut and NY. I get to speak Irish for about 4 hours a week now, even during Covid, thanks to Zoom.
But I would love to bring my Russian and Spanish back once I’ve reached a solid B2 level with my Irish, and then work on French again, especially since I have more chances to use that with friends north of the border, and I love Québécois French, its’s so… earthy (ha, maybe because I often visit farms up there). The irony is that I was able to understand a good portion of the Spanish presentations, and the Russian presentation, and during the conference had a chance to attend a Russian practice session, so there’s still hope.