Before today my mind had never felt as it does now. It’s a truly bizarre sensation for one’s head to feel something new, after twenty-three years experiencing a myriad of states and sensations. To put it simply, I have French overload. I’ve been studying french for the better part of three weeks, and every new word, grammatical rule, nasal r, and accented letter is has tangled inside my brain. It’s as if the influx of information is trying to sort itself out, and while it does, I will simply be functioning at 25% efficiency.
The ebb and flow of progress has been both encouraging and frustrating, but always interesting. You’ll learn a few things and it’ll all be crystal clear, but take on just a bit more information and suddenly you don’t know your ou from your où.