Viva la France!

Today is Bastille Day, the French equivalent of our Independence Day.  I learned all about it during my two years of high school French. Sadly I don't remember many details of my two year journey through the French language.  I do not blame this on my French teacher. She was excellent, but I was distracted.  During our first lesson of the first year I was sitting across the table from a cute boy.  We were practicing puckering up so we could pronounce some words correctly and I accidentally whistled.  He thought that was very funny, sparks flew, and he became my first serious boyfriend.  He was a Junior, I was a Sophomore.  French grammar cannot compete with young love.