OK, that’s funny right there! And I took a year of high school German.
Der, Die, Das!
Me, too! Except I had the Joy of German in 7th and 8th grades. But it got even worse for me.
Dad wanted me to be an engineer, so I needed to know a “technical” language. We moved to a new city 150 miles away the summer after 8th grade and two years of German. The new school district didn’t offer German, do dear old Dad enrolled me in Russian! Talk about jumping from the frying pan into the fire. I couldn’t even grok why those crazy Russkies needed an alphabet with totally different characters. I think it took me half of that year to figure that out. It was the first and only “F” I got in my entire high school career. We spent only one year in that city and moved again, but, after that Russian experience, Dad stopped insisting I take a foreign language.
I did become a mechanical engineer, but never used those foreign language skills I learned in junior high and high school.