So, at the age of eleven I fell in love and you know what they say, first loves never, ever die! My first love was helped along by Jean-Paul, Claudette and the entire famille Marsaud. At thirteen, I began an affair with the Familie Ehlers and their diet of Spiegelei mit Bratkartoffeln, which blossomed into an enduring passion when I first set foot in Das Land aged 17. I later flirted briefly with others but my heart still belongs to my teenage idols.
Yes, I'm an MFL teacher, a decision born out of a love and fascination for my subject. Little did I know that I would be joining a persecuted, hated minority. I survive a daily onslaught of "S'crap this. Wot do I wanna know this for I'm never going there and they all speak English." I try hard to be polite to parents who tell me to my face that my subject is a waste of time. I endure job interviews where a standard question is, "How do you justify the place of MFL in the curriculum?" They never ask anything like that if you are interviewing for Maths/English/Science/Hamster Keeping. I know. I checked.
I suppose I would just like a bit of reassurance that someone, somewhere, values MFL. That someone out there is keen to have their kids learn a language.
Que je ne sois pas deçue!