Well, I have. That's the thing. I'm a graduate of a Quebec high school. I passed the French leaving exams, and yet the only reason I can speak as much French as I can—I've lost some after being in Japan—is that I took a year at the Université de Montréal and I spent my own money and time to do it. But the time that really should have been done was when I was young, and it was improperly done.
I didn't have francophones in my world. I learned a little bit of Greek and I learned Yiddish, because those were the kids I went to school with. Francophones were on the other side of the town of Mount Royal in their own school. I didn't meet them until much later in life. My friends were my school friends, which I'm sure is the case for most people around this table. When you're a kid, your friends are from school.