My whole life trajectory ended up being shaped by my language-learning choices.
German at first, as it was the only one on offer.
But I then started learning Mandarin at a weekend course, and switched schools to the only school that specialised in languages, and took both Mandarin and German in my final year.
Then Mandarin, German, French and Japanese at university - I had to run this past a course advisor who told me it was too many courses, it was a terrible idea and that I would almost certainly fail. Hah, I didn't.
Married a French guy and taught French and Mandarin at high school for a few years.
Then left him, because he was a right bastard, and moved in succession to China and then Japan, where I met my Indian now-husband as a fellow student. Then India, living with his family for several years so also learning Hindi along the way.
Study-wise ultimately doing a PhD where I needed Mandarin and Japanese and finally now living in Germany where I make a living translating from Japanese into English.