Here’s a po-M ’bout the eng. language. Ok?

Evolution

or decomposition

has occurred within the English Language.

Words were once pondered and selected with great care;

Speech was articulate and sure.

Language was beautiful, even fashionable;

It directly corresponded to ones rank and education.

But over time,

Such carefulness and importance

has been lost.

Replaced with abbreviations,

intentional misspellings,

and new-age lingo

all completely lacking the beauty language once maintained.

People speak mindlessly in broken, improper sentences

punctuated only by questions of approval.

It is as if that which is spoken must be approved by the listener,

or else its validity dimishes…

you know?

Language has been so severely reduced to

shortened words or

combinations of letters and numbers that form

gr8 and EZ wayz 2 communicate!

Contractions are consistantly laced within our language:

the ultimate form of laziness,

But,

Y do u kare? It doesn’t relle matter. Duz it?

Disgustedly,

Rachel

Keys Please…

I am now officially a licensed driver.

Yes. Be afraid. No, actually I’m a very good driver. I only go slightly above the speed limit (so people don’t tailgate me) and I always use my blinker! But anyway… Hip Hip Hurray! But today while waiting in the never-ending line of people getting licenses renewed, I was caught up between a conversation between two puerto rican women and another man standing nearby. They were speaking in spanish (very very fast spanish I might add) and then I think the guy made some kind of suggestive or teasing comment to the girl. And the entire spanish speaking population inside of the DMV either laughed or at least smiled. I felt so out of the loop. Yes, I am in Spanish 4 but the only thing I learn in that class is spanish body parts, hospital vocabulary and the um… private life of the kid who sits across from me. But being in this situation today… gave me mixed feelings. For one, jealousy. I wish I could communicate with another person in a language that not everyone could understand (besides pig latin). And another, just pure fascination. Perhaps some of this was because I was stuck in a boring line for a long time, but I don’t know. It just seems so interesting that there are so many different languages and dialects that are still active today. Anyway, I must be off. I have mulitple tests tomorrow and the twice post-poned pep rally to worry about. (I need to try on my pink tights again…)

Verbally?,

Rachel