Do you use different English’s? Why do you choose to speak differently with others? What makes you want to change the way you speak to your friends than to a teacher or professor? Speaking differently to others isn’t wrong but everyone must ask the question why? Some places you need to speak a certain way to be accepted into that part of society.
Personally using different English’s is great. It’s definitely not wrong. Being accepted in society is an important thing. Important for getting a job. Important for getting around in life. Important for millions of reasons but again why?
Speaking to your friends in person is totally different from speaking to a professor or to your boss even. Now day’s young children are speaking the way they write a text message. Using text message you can condense 3 words into 3 letters. For example “I don’t know” is said and written as “IDK.” But when speaking to an adult older than you they would have no idea what that meant. Answering the question why we use different English’s has infinite answers but the different ways kids speak has evolved greatly.
Most of us young adults or at least me change the way we speak to friends and teachers for the simple fact that we want to fit in. If we speak to our friends in proper English it’s totally fine with them but they might feel offended maybe because they think you want to “show they up” or try and look better than them, but again there can a million reason.
Now speaking to a teacher or a total stranger who knows what they’re talking about? You just don’t want to sound stupid! I remember speaking to the first professor I saw on campus and we were having a great conversation except for the fact that he kept correcting me when I didn’t use or say a sentence correctly. Every time he corrected me I felt my face turn redder as we went on. After, I was ready to leave he said he was sorry for embarrassing me by correcting my English but he wanted me to get better. I felt so stupid after I left! I made a promise to myself that I needed to separate the way I spoke to friends and the way I spoke to others.
Still learning different English’s makes me wonder that there really is only one correct English. Still learning how to separate the improper, the slang, and the proper is a challenge but to be successful in this world you need to be able to separate them. The question still wonders in my head, why different English’s? As I continue to learn, that’s when I’ll be closer to the answer or at least my interpretation of it.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Lesson Learned
What do you think a father is? Can a mother also be father or vise versa? How does this affect you as a person? Learning about life lessons happen everyday. When you think about a father and a daughter, you see daddy’s little girl running to him for comfort or support. That doesn’t happen for everyone or at least not for me. Learning that a father is not just a male figure has been painful and pleasurable because my mom is both my father and mother.
A father is someone you can run to for support or someone you can sweet talk. A father is someone who can help you with your homework and make everything feel better. A father is supposed to be the man of the house. A father is overprotective when you bring a boy over for the first time. A father is always there for his family no matter what. A father isn’t just a male. My father was never there for my brother and me.
A mother can be a father too. My mom is my father and mother. Unfortunately, my father was never any of the things described earlier. My mom was the only thing my twin brother and I had. Seeing my father for the first time, when I was 16 was the most painful lessons learned. Not only did he not acknowledge my mom and I but didn’t just walked by as if he didn’t know who we were. Sometimes one parent is a lot better than two. If I could go back in time and change time so my mom and dad would still be together I wouldn’t. Things are perfect the way they are and my mother will be a more of a father to me than he ever would’ve been.
Growing up without a father is harder than it seems. You’re a little girl and the only one you can run to is mommy who is your daddy too. Attending school probably was the hardest thing to do because everyone asks you “who are your parents?” I always had to say “I only have my mom.” As I grow and keep learning about these lessons in life I remember that not everyone is as fortunate as I am to at least have one parent.
A father is someone you can run to for support or someone you can sweet talk. A father is someone who can help you with your homework and make everything feel better. A father is supposed to be the man of the house. A father is overprotective when you bring a boy over for the first time. A father is always there for his family no matter what. A father isn’t just a male. My father was never there for my brother and me.
A mother can be a father too. My mom is my father and mother. Unfortunately, my father was never any of the things described earlier. My mom was the only thing my twin brother and I had. Seeing my father for the first time, when I was 16 was the most painful lessons learned. Not only did he not acknowledge my mom and I but didn’t just walked by as if he didn’t know who we were. Sometimes one parent is a lot better than two. If I could go back in time and change time so my mom and dad would still be together I wouldn’t. Things are perfect the way they are and my mother will be a more of a father to me than he ever would’ve been.
Growing up without a father is harder than it seems. You’re a little girl and the only one you can run to is mommy who is your daddy too. Attending school probably was the hardest thing to do because everyone asks you “who are your parents?” I always had to say “I only have my mom.” As I grow and keep learning about these lessons in life I remember that not everyone is as fortunate as I am to at least have one parent.
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