I took Russian in High school. At the time, I already knew German and was not interested in French or Spanish. Many years later, this came in handy when I was working in Kazakhstan. At the moment, I use Portuguese which seems to be similar to Spanish.
The university added a foreign language requirement that just barely caught me. I took Spanish, one semester. In my class was a dude from Chile. I helped him with his English and he helped me eek out a passing grade in Spanish. The instructor was Cuban, and Chile guy would argue with her about the finer points of Spanish dialects.
ETA: my current Spanish is limited to ordering drinks/food.
Latin – 2 years in Junior High, 2 years in High School.
German – 2 years in HS.
Italian – 2 semesters in college.
Spanish – one-on-one instruction in Honduras for 3 months. Achieved low/basic proficiency, but not fluency. I’ve sinced lost probably about half of what I learned.
French – online classes/games (Duolingo) and occasional instruction from my wife.
Spanish, 4 years in HS and 1 semester in college.
I can read fine, generally make myself understood, but have trouble understanding spoken Spanish unless the person is a gringo (like me) or speaks slowly and is careful to enunciate. I actually use Spanish pretty much everyday-- many of the folks I work with are native speakers and we go back and forth between English and Spanish. If we’re speaking on the phone they can understand better if I speak Spanish. So, sometimes we have this weird dynamic where I speak Spanish (which they understand better) and they speak English (which I understand better).
OK, thanks for the morning laugh, guys! 
Spanish: 6 years in junior high and high school, two years in college
Between school, two years in South America, and using it almost daily at work, I consider myself fully bilingual in Spanish. I read novels and poetry in Spanish, and was on track to minor in it in college. While I have an American accent in Spanish, it’s less pronounced than Arnold Schwarzenegger’s Austrian accent in English, and he’s been here for 40 years.
French: 1 year in college
One year is enough for me to be able to read most French, and write, as long as I restrict myself to simple vocabulary and the most common tenses. My first wife spoke fluent French, and it became our default language for talking in front of the kids once they were old enough that spelling out P-I-Z-Z-A didn’t fool them anymore.
Russian: 1 semester in college
I can sound out words written in Cyrillic…slowly. I have a vocabulary of about 50 completely useless words. I can say “necktie” and “magazine,” but not “bathroom” or “train station.” If I ever get stranded in Russia, I’m toast.
In college, we had a foreign language requirement, and as such, we had a lot of preceptors who taught smaller subsets of the class (giving homework and tests), while the final was drafted by the head of the Spanish department. We all did extremely well throughout the semester, until we got our grades back from the final and saw that, as a class, our grades were considerably lower than average.
Well, as it turns out, our preceptor had spent the semester teaching us a South American dialect, but the department head was testing us on the European dialect. Once we figured out what happened, we went to the department head and explained what happened, asking for some sort of adjustment, as we all provided the same answers on the final, so obviously there was some sort of mis-communication.
He told us that we should have brought this to his attention before the final and that he was unwilling to change our grades. Even after explaining to the man that there was no way we could’ve known about the error ahead of time, he stood firm.
I hated that guy.
Two years of latin very early - seems to have helped with learning english words tremendously as I came across them as I grew up (“diction”…must have something to do with talking because of “dict”, etc)
One year of french very early - all I can remember is how to say “hello”, “goodbye”, and “pardon me”
Three years of spanish in junior high/high school - I can recognize a few handfuls of words now, but it’s hardly remarkable.
The latin and french were taught to me by shoving a sheet of paper in front of my face and saying “memorize these words and their meanings in a week”, and then being tested on them. It was not particularly conducive to fluency or even learning for that matter, but at least latin bits show up peppered throughout english so it held on pretty well regardless. The french was an absolute slog. The spanish was even more of a slog. I told my high school I wasn’t going to take another year of spanish, even though they recommended two years because supposedly somewhere some college had that as an entrance requirement. Seeing as how schools had a history of lying about what I “needed” I wrinkled my nose at that and stopped taking spanish anyway. My university had zero foreign language requirement. I felt vindicated.
I’m not sure if I’m just really bad at learning languages, because I was terrible at spanish, or because I simply had no interest in the language so I had no incentive to put in enough time.
I have a vague desire to learn a language or two but have never followed through and probably never will.
French, one semester.
Spanish, six years. (Began to take electives in 7th grade.) An easy elective for me, being somewhat immersed in the language thru a wide network of friends in L.A., CA and Hou, TX. It wasn’t much harder than Eng Grammar. I had the same teacher thru out the four years of high school, too, so that helped.
Four years of French in high school, then a minor in college. Easy grades that way, as my mother and maternal grandparents were French speakers.
Latin and 2 years of German. Only the Latin has proved useful.
Middle/High School: 5 years of French, 1 year of Russian.
College: 1 year of Italian.
Und warum nicht die Deutsche Sprache, bitte?
I took French from 6th grade through my freshman year of college. I was never able to speak well, but I could read and write fairly well by the time I finished my college courses.
I took one year of Latin. Even won a gold medal in a national exam, but it’s all but lost to me now.
I studied Hebrew in religious school from age 5-13. I can still decode words (figure out pronunciation) and know a certain amount of vocab, but I couldn’t read for comprehension or have a conversation.
I took 2 years of Spanish in high school. If I had realized at the time how useful that language would become in the southern US, I would have probably taken more. I remember enough to get by when I visit a hispanic country but not nearly enough to be fluent. More like barely conversational, but won’t starve, get too lost or be unable to find a bathroom.
Three years of Latin in High School.
Two years of French in High School and two more in college.
I went to night school to take Spanish and got a C.
2 years of Latin in HS. It’s a little helpful at times, but I wish I’d taken Spanish instead. After high school in Kentucky, I moved to New Mexico. Knowing some Spanish would have been a plus there.
French and Latin. (This was a long time ago, when Latin was still useful.)
I took four years of French in high school. My teachers the first two years were mediocre, but for Junior and Senior year I got the best teacher I’ve ever had at any level of education.
Mlle. Klinger was a dowager lady who was very upbeat and conveyed a tremendous enthusiasm for her subject. Key to her success was the fact that virtually the entire class was conducted in French. I can count on the fingers of one hand the times she actually spoke to us in English. All instructions, homework, business of the class, etc. were done in French.
I really took to the subject, and had planned to continuing studying French in college. It wasn’t my major, but I fully expected to continue learning it. My first French teacher was very good, but that class got cut short when the university I attended shut down a week or so after the Kent State shootings.
Next two terms, I took French from two tenured teachers who were the worst I’d ever had at any level. Just going through the motions till they could retire. It completely soured me on going any further, and I gave it up.
I can still understand written French pretty well (outside of vocabulary words I don’t know). Spoken French generally goes by too quickly for me to get much of it.
The coda to this story that I love to tell: at my high school, there was an award given at graduation to the Senior who had done the best in each subject. I won the award for French, which I was given to understand was almost unprecedented, as it invariably had gone to a female student for as long as anyone could remember.
Exactly 30 years later, my stepdaughter, who attended the same high school I did, received the very same award for French when she graduated. That pleased me to no end. I was so proud of her.