Just when I was worrying I ventured upon Miranda’s post on writing. I feel that way, too. I think I’m projecting my worries on whether or not to continue to major in English on my 10 year old son. Wait I’m projecting on my son, my worries. My worries are being projected… or maybe that’s projectiled…which is how I feel when thinking about changing my mind.
I’m taking a beginning linguistics class focusing on grammar this upcoming quarter, just in case. Just in case I want to stop feeling like such a dope when a professor mentions a high and mighty grammatical error. I diagrammed hundreds of sentences growing up. I should be able to play silly sentences with my child without telling him to make sure he picks one of those “green words.” (BTW, we have outgrown this game now and we are going to make up our own. I figure we can print on colored paper or just outline the borders in a color for each part of speech. And, perhaps I’ll improve my parts of speech knowledge along with them.)
It’s just that I don’t get a lot of comments about my lack of proper grammar. Either they don’t notice or I’ve dazzled them with my superior abilities to keep the reader holding on for every last….
The Land of All Things Lewis 