So I’m old enough and from a poor (at the time) enough area that I was taught French from middle school to the first years of high school… I learned nothing.
I learned English by myself just by reading stuff online.
Just glancing at your post history, you did a damn good job learning for being self-taught! I would not have guessed you were not even a native speaker.
(The post just before you made this one may be an exception, but then that post is an exception to all languages.)
Thanks a lot! I’ve been an avid reader as a kid, I use it a lot online, and I also used to travel quite a bit for work, although that probably hindered me more than helping, as, aside from a bunch of visits to the US a looong time ago, I rarely visited English-speaking countries; everywhere else I always had to adapt my English to the local accents and common errors.
The best was visiting other romance-language-speaking countries, where we started off with English, then began incorporating each others’ language until every time we ended up with weird mixes that I liked to call Desperanto.
That reminds me of French lessons in my kids’ school. In my daughters class were two French native speakers who nearly failed the course.
And the group of French teachers at the school were wondering why pupils usually dropped that subject at the first possible moment, I.e. in class 9.
So I’m old enough and from a poor (at the time) enough area that I was taught French from middle school to the first years of high school… I learned nothing.
I learned English by myself just by reading stuff online.
Just glancing at your post history, you did a damn good job learning for being self-taught! I would not have guessed you were not even a native speaker.
(The post just before you made this one may be an exception, but then that post is an exception to all languages.)
Thanks a lot! I’ve been an avid reader as a kid, I use it a lot online, and I also used to travel quite a bit for work, although that probably hindered me more than helping, as, aside from a bunch of visits to the US a looong time ago, I rarely visited English-speaking countries; everywhere else I always had to adapt my English to the local accents and common errors.
The best was visiting other romance-language-speaking countries, where we started off with English, then began incorporating each others’ language until every time we ended up with weird mixes that I liked to call Desperanto.