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Love of the English Language
In my senior year of high school, I had an eccentric English teacher. Her class was fun. She taught us to use words we wouldn't normally use in our everyday life. She would give us a list of these words and we then had to find those words in our life. I remember when I would hear one of the words on her list and got excited that I not only recognized the word but knew what it meant. I still remember some of those words and use them, sparingly. She gave me the gift of being open-minded. I wanted to learn new words so that my vocabulary would be colorful. Contrast that feeling to the way I am today. I came across postcard advertising for an event. The event was targeted for a particular market; unfortunately, I am not their target market. The postcard was very appealing to the eye, with bright colors and pictures. When I read it, I recognized all the words as being from the English language but was unable to understand what it was being said. I turned to my generation Y translator and he translated most of it for me. He, being their target market, was unable to understand everything written on the advertisement. I got the jest of what the ad was saying, but felt as if I had slid into a new category of intolerance. Here I am, a former lover of the English language, and I am judging this particular ad adversely. In the past, I would have applauded the author with their unique sense of style. However, after I read it, I was disappointed with their use of the English language. Now, I am hardly a skilled writer, and perhaps have no room to critize, but I do believe I could have done a much better job. I find myself pointing out such things more often now. I don't know if I should just embrace my new category or fight it. After all writers are given a literary license to use the English language as they see fit. That was something I use to like about writing. I was that person many years ago. Now I don't know use those vibrant words anymore. My vocabulary has dwindled. I find myself looking up words in a thesaurus, trying to prevent using the same words repeatedly. I'm back in school now and have had several writing assignments. My feedback has been unbelievable good. I question my instructor's ability to recognize good writing. Since I don't have the time to object to her positive feedback I accept my A's. One day I hope to be whom I thought I would be at this point in my life. I don't want to necessarily be a famous writer, I just want to be able to write something that I deem well written. Until such time I will accept my A's and question my abilities.
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