And it's about time.
The couple of foreign exchange students I've had in the past have been French speakers, one from Normandy and the other from Switzerland.
Today I was helping administer a testing debacle at school, and periodically could get away and go check up on my own classes. I walked into one class and started explaining a topic, then stopped and looked at a student I didn't recognize.
"Who the heck are you?"
"I'm a new student. I'm foreign exchange, from Germany."
My face must have lit up. We exchanged a few sentences in German, the language I last studied in high school in 1982. His face lit up, especially when I said that I would rely on him to help me relearn and practice my German.
Even though I'm sure that what little German I speak is heavily accented, I also know that it's comforting to hear one's own language when completely surrounded by another. I hope he enjoys the experience as much as I will.