You know, yesterday was the first session of my French class. I was so excited that once the teacher said: “Come on boy! It seems that you’re very happy attending French class.” It didn’t bother me at all, coz I saw it in myself how thrilled I was. It gives me a fresh feeling. There was a time, you know.
When I was about 13 I started learning English at English schools. And after a while I found myself improved so much. It gave me motivation to continue it. I did until I attended college at my 18 years old. English Literature, my favorite field of studying. And now I’m 22, graduated from college. These 4 years were not that bad, but I did not learn that much. It may be because of my own ego. But I always wished to have a life like when I was between 16 and 18. It never happened to me despite of the very lovely time I had.
Now, after a long time being away from Language schools, yesterday I felt just like I was still 18. Very astonished and enthusiasted, I left the class after it finished and hid my excitement. Now I can’t wait until the next session starts 2 days later! I bet my ass that no one felt like I felt.