There comes a time when you realize that you're not really making progress on your French, and you need to buck up and take an actual class. That time, for me, is now.
|INSL (or INL)|
|INSL was once the European School building|
I won't describe the whole enrollment process in detail here, but we're guessing the fact that it's a little tricky to figure out is an intentional piece of the weeding-out process. They're practically giving away the lessons, so naturally they'd want to make sure you're somewhat serious and motivated before they let you in.
Part of the process is a scheduled oral and written multiple choice test, followed by an extremely brief "interview" to assess your level. Level A1.1 is absolute beginner, followed by A1.2 and then A2 and so forth. Although I tested in the A1.2/A2 range, the woman who was registering me suggested I just start at A1.1, since I haven't taken a French class since I was 15, and then move up if I find it's too easy. Maybe she was just unimpressed with my conversation skills, but I agreed it was a good idea. After all, five months of four-day-a-week immersion French at an hour-forty a pop is a lot of A1.1-level-French-knowledge to just skip over, right? I tell myself that to make me feel better about it.
|Post-test, waiting for my interview|
|the line for French and English|
|The line for all the rest. Much shorter, actually|
Anyhow, I start the 21st of February. I'd be lying if I said I was excited about it, but I know it must be done and that it will be good for me.
Wish me bonne chance, s'il vous plaît. Merci.