Je n'aime pas les oeufs verts et jambon.

Mon Petit Vieux - Camille

Ta douleur - Camille

If there was one thing I really regret not doing, it would definitely have to be not taking my French classes seriously. We'd have it everyday, Monday to Friday, an hour each class for about six years through grade school. Fuck my non-existent math skills but I think that roughly amounts to 1200 hours of French lessons. Sure it's nowhere near the 10,000 hour mastery rule but you'd think I'd at least be able to converse with a shopkeeper in a very elementary way and ask for a piece of bread with 1200 hours. Sadly, it isn't the case. Sure, I can blame the faculty for not having such a great prowess in teaching the language but my, what a great 1200 hours of an opportunity missed on slacking off that has only ended up in bitter regret and, "bonjour! Je m' appele Joshua. Je mange une glace." (hello! my name is Joshua. I like to eat ice-cream.)