It's English Teacher Time Again

To my sister Chris: Do NOT read this post. You aren't going to like it. I'm going to correct people's grammar/spelling/punctuation again. Just go on about your business...go on....that's a good girl.

Now for the rest of us, let's talk about her behind her back. Would that be wrong? Okay, then let's correct people's English.

Let's skip around the web. Here are a few things I've seen lately. (No, Chris, I'm not an obsessed grammar maniac; I'm a literate person who expects others to be literate. Without literacy there is no civilization, and without civilization, there is no chocolate, and I refuse to live in a world without chocolate. Therefore I correct grammar. Why are you still reading anyway?)

One person was talking about what she did while in the "throws" of her excitement. Can't be sure what she was throwing in her excitement. Why did she need to throw anything in her excitement? Does she always throw things when she's excited? Is that normal adult behavior? Should I be throwing things? Am I missing out? I'd hate to be missing out.

Or could she possibly have meant in the "throes" of her excitement? Throes (which is actually the plural of throe--who knew?) are violent spasms or attacks of emotion. Yeah, I'll bet that's what she meant. So I'm not really missing out on the whole throwing thing. That's good.

This brings us to something else I found online the other day, and I'm really not sure what to say about it. It seems that this young college graduate is exhorting other young college graduates not to let their new bosses mistreat them just because they're young and inexperienced. Now if being young and inexperienced isn't a good reason to mistreat someone, I don't know what is, but that's not actually the problem. Here, you read this and see if it makes any sense to you:

Always remember that although you may not have the relevant experience, but at least you have the qualification. Although you can't expect them to pay you more than the market price, but at least they can't pay you any lesser. Being paid at the market price is only because that is the market price.

Uhhh...yeah, okay. Excuse me. I have to go cry somewhere. I'll be right back.




Alrighty then! Let's move right along, shall we? Because I just can't talk about this. I teach 8th graders who are more coherent than this college graduate, and I'm about to have a nervous breakdown because what's the point of going to work every day and teaching these people anything if after 17 years of education, they don't make any more sense than this?  Phew! Let me catch my breath.... Sorry..... I'll calm down now. Give me a minute.

Okay, Chris, you can come back now.

In the lighter side of the news, I am happy to report that I am right on schedule with NaBloPoMo. Yay me! They might not be the best blog posts in the world, but there are 10 of them! On another happy note, I'm going to Disneyland with a grandchild a week from today. I promise that while I am actually in the happiest place on earth, I will completely ignore any English-type errors that might drift into my line of vision. Promise!