In high school, for my third language (English and Afrikaans were compulsory courses), given a choice between Latin and French, I picked French. A smart choice. However the French teacher and I got off to a bad start. I lost interest in her class and did the minimum work needed to scrape a passing grade. Ultimately that would have been a huge problem, as I needed top grades in all subjects to be admitted to medical school, but being young and foolish, I sat at the back of the classroom surreptitiously doing crossword puzzles and reading Crime and Punishment, while she tried to drum French grammar into our adolescent skulls.