I must have told this story here before, BUT-
In Junior college, I avoided language courses, but when I got to real college I was told I had to have a foreign language to graduate, so I chose French, probably because I was heavy into Sartre and other French writers at the time.
I took freshman French and failed because I was dating the teacher's aide and we talked in French all the time, so I cut almost all the labs.
After failing, I went to the head of the department. We talked for an hour, mostly in French, but she wouldn't budge.
I then took more than 15 hours of French before graduating, even got a minor in French.
I joined the Peace Corps in 1965 and learned Swahili, which I can still speak today, though I have forgotten a lot of words.
Matter of fact, 3 weeks ago we hired a new driver who came to the US several years ago from Kenya, so now I have someone to practice Swahili on!