Yes, it does seem that you don't practice much of anything.

[her eyes flick up and down his clothing again, politely disdainful despite that pleasant demeanor never abating. it's amusing that he thinks he's competent enough to fight back against her by spewing a language that sounded like a yodeler in distress.]

Well, at the very least it gives you infinite opportunities to practice against your betters. That must be quite exciting! I'm almost jealous.