True story: When I was in 11th grade advanced English, I got a ball busting B for a teacher in Ms. Riggle. It was my first class in the morning, at 8:30AM. She would assign us multiple tasks almost nightly - 2 or 3 lessons in grammar, writing out 8-10 sentences per lesson - and, 20-30 pages of reading, like The Scarlet Letter that I never read. (Got an F on that in-class paper. I filled up the pages with whatever I could muster at the time.)
At the time, I had just started my first W-2 job as a dishwasher at a busy Italian restaurant called Dante's. (The Inferno to my grades happened shortly thereafter.)
I worked about 28-35 hours per week, with weekday shifts running from 5-11:30PM. Friday and Saturdays to 1-1:30AM. Banquets, bar with live music, pizza delivery service along with a coke-addled owner that perved himself into a marriage to a gal (who worked there!) just one year older than I while he was north of 45 years old.
So, my English homework suffered. But even when I did do the work, it mattered not to this grammar Nazi.
One assignment summed up my time in her class. She expected some deep analysis on a piece we read. (50% content/analysis and 50% grammar, readability, et.al.) I scored 24/25 on the content and 7/25 on grammar. From that point forward, IDGAF what I did, expecting to fail her class.
I received a D and D- (yeah, I know) for two semesters.
I stepped down to the standard English class my senior year and coasted to 2 Bs, if I remember right.
Our valedictorian, God rest (Jennifer was medical scientist, nurse, and cancer patient, dying at just 42), got her only blemish from Ms. Riggle. Jen got a B+ in one six-week period and wanted to kill Ms. Riggle. No more wiggling from her!
I got 3 Ds and 3 Fs for the two semesters.
And never learned a lick of grammar....just make it up as I go.
That's a great story. I barely got through "by the skin of my teeth", as the old folks used to say. My English teacher was Ms. Rideau (Re-Do). I'm thankful for the bits and pieces I picked up. And even the corrections shown on my phone for texting/email are helpful to me still. I cannot stand modern technology, but a few parts of it are appreciated.
Such great investigative reporting, but then you do THIS:
"One might OF heard of Mercury."
One might HAVE heard of Mercury?!?
Come on, man!
Love, hugs, and PERSEVERE yall!
Editing.....not my forte!
Thanks!
I don't mean to be picky about improper grammar. I know I make tons of mistakes. The of/have gets to me only because it happens so often.
Thank you for the incredibly thorough reporting!
Love, hugs, and PERSEVERE always!
True story: When I was in 11th grade advanced English, I got a ball busting B for a teacher in Ms. Riggle. It was my first class in the morning, at 8:30AM. She would assign us multiple tasks almost nightly - 2 or 3 lessons in grammar, writing out 8-10 sentences per lesson - and, 20-30 pages of reading, like The Scarlet Letter that I never read. (Got an F on that in-class paper. I filled up the pages with whatever I could muster at the time.)
At the time, I had just started my first W-2 job as a dishwasher at a busy Italian restaurant called Dante's. (The Inferno to my grades happened shortly thereafter.)
I worked about 28-35 hours per week, with weekday shifts running from 5-11:30PM. Friday and Saturdays to 1-1:30AM. Banquets, bar with live music, pizza delivery service along with a coke-addled owner that perved himself into a marriage to a gal (who worked there!) just one year older than I while he was north of 45 years old.
So, my English homework suffered. But even when I did do the work, it mattered not to this grammar Nazi.
One assignment summed up my time in her class. She expected some deep analysis on a piece we read. (50% content/analysis and 50% grammar, readability, et.al.) I scored 24/25 on the content and 7/25 on grammar. From that point forward, IDGAF what I did, expecting to fail her class.
I received a D and D- (yeah, I know) for two semesters.
I stepped down to the standard English class my senior year and coasted to 2 Bs, if I remember right.
Our valedictorian, God rest (Jennifer was medical scientist, nurse, and cancer patient, dying at just 42), got her only blemish from Ms. Riggle. Jen got a B+ in one six-week period and wanted to kill Ms. Riggle. No more wiggling from her!
I got 3 Ds and 3 Fs for the two semesters.
And never learned a lick of grammar....just make it up as I go.
That's a great story. I barely got through "by the skin of my teeth", as the old folks used to say. My English teacher was Ms. Rideau (Re-Do). I'm thankful for the bits and pieces I picked up. And even the corrections shown on my phone for texting/email are helpful to me still. I cannot stand modern technology, but a few parts of it are appreciated.
Love, hugs, and PERSEVERE always!