This is why I dropped the dream of being a French professor. By the end of my first year I realized there were only 2 or 3 on my campus and I’d have to work with them for many years and still not score a job.

Funny story about my first professor: When I would speak French in class the girls would all giggle. WTF?! One night I got invited to an all-girl study group at the dorm next door.

“OK, why do you all giggle when I speak French?”

They got real quiet, looked around at each other. Finally one girl pipes up.

“We’re sorry, it’s just that your accent is so much better than the professor’s, it’s embarrassing for him.”

And that’s the man I would have had to work with for years. :( (BTW, he spoke 5 other languages and his grammar and vocabulary were unmatched. He just couldn’t speak worth a shit.)