Long ago and far away, I took French classes in school. In my school in the mid Atlantic states, they were mostly using French class to look at French art or read French authors or do French cooking. It was senior year before any actual French was spoken in any meaningful way.
Before that though, in my school in New England, the purpose of French class was to actually learn French. If we read French authors, we read them in French. We spoke exclusively French in class – even the grammar lessons were in French.
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