Its a long time since I did a French O-Level at school.
My spoken exam part didn't go too well.
I capture here the gist of my conversation at the time - I thought it was pretty impressive but alas the examiner, who collapsed into a heaving mess, banging his head off the table, begged me to stop.
Years later I worked two summers in France and discovered a complete new language to me. It was also called French, but curiously bore little resemblance to the one I was taught in.
I actually was quite good at the real one when I finished those summers, not that I can barely order "ducks coffees" now...!