Je n’ai plus souvent l’occasion de me servir du français, et sans pouvoir m’entraîner je crains oublier ce que je savais avant. Ce matin, j’ai eu de l’espoir en lisant une phrase en français que j’avais écrit au lycée ; c’est évident que je sais toujours m’exprimer mieux qu’il y a vingt ans.

At the beginning of my senior year of high school, Tyler and I were neck and neck in class rankings—if memory serves, he was slightly ahead. This never got in the way of our friendship. We had spent too much time playing the Wizards of the Coast Star Wars Roleplaying Game together, and a few years earlier, we’d even spent one memorable night with our mutual friend Chris hiking repeatedly back and forth between Tyler’s house and mine so that we could find the right hardware for hooking up someone’s GameCube to my family’s venerable TV so that we could play TimeSplitters 2.