You say I no speak good english?!

It's no secret that the English Language is a confusing beast of nuances, inconsistent rules, and usage that is constantly changing. While many run screaming rather than facing it head-on, there are some who bravely charge ahead, embracing the beast. These grammar geeks strive to commit to those rules-even the ones that are not consistent-to memory and even find enjoyment in learning more about the words they love (or sometimes in my case hate!). Whether you count yourself among the proud grammarians ( GARRETT) or just a student who has to write a paper for class, this blog post is full of fun and informative tidbits that will make you a stronger writer:


1. Parts of speech:
-Do I hate your singing or you singing? http://grammar.quickanddirtytips.com/possessives-and-gerunds.aspx
-The handy hint: Were and Was:This one trips up a lot of people – including me on occasion. We hear "I was" and "I were" used interchangeably (and incorrectly) so often, it's easy to get confused.


2. Punctuation: 
- You've been Punc'd: http://theslot.blogspot.com/2009/09/youve-been-puncd.html
-  If a question mark or exclamation point is part of the quoted material, it goes inside the quotation marks: Jane asked, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Otherwise, it goes outside: Did John answer, "To get to the other side"?


You know what? Who am i kidding? I just graduated with a communication degree. I ain't dont care about writing with proper grammar. I mean afterall this is a blog. and last time i checked this is MY word. just saying...


So grammar junkies, grammar freaks, grammar nazi's keeping bashing my writing cause im gonna continue writing like this... MY words, not yours!


DECUES!

You and I

First Blog:

Couple things have gone on lately in my life. I, as of yesterday, just graduated from Transylvania University with a Bachelor of Arts in Spanish Language and Literature and Writing, Rhetoric, and Communication. The past four years have gone by way to fast. I remember freshman year, getting screwed over by Residence Life because my room mate was...well, I'll leave it at that. I remember sophomore year like it was yesterday. Junior year had to be the best year considering the fact that I took a semester abroad and studied in Spain. And then Senior year came way to fast. I mean way toooooo fast. But I did it- graduate college. I couldn't have done it without the support of my friends, my family, but more particularly, my parents. They pushed me to strive for the best. They pushed me to fight for what I want, not to stand there and watch someone else grab your dreams right in front of you.Without them, this journey through a liberal arts college, let alone college wouldn't have been made possible. To the friends I've made, keep in touch. Stay strong. I know you all can do it. I saw you do it for four years with me. It has been a blast, and I was glad I was able to share four wonderful years with you.

However, the primary reason to write this blog was to post my poetry. Yes you read that correctly, my poetry. This is confession time, so here it goes: I enjoy writing poetry thanks to Scott Whiddon at Transylvania University and his May Term Course "Writing Poetry via Forms". With the guest speakers to the challenging assignments he gave us, he made us muster up a little more brain power, a little more energy to engage ourself into something I personally thought would never like.

This poem that I have posted is a Pantoum. A Pantoum is a Malaysian poetry form where lines are repeated adding to the dramatic situation. I decided to write a pantoum about something I am pretty sure everyone has experienced: LOVE! Even though the poem doesn't have any personal history behind it tells the message of how much love can mean to someone.

You and I 

The sky was filled with grey, monstrous rain clouds

in the old beaten down town where buildings had been boarded up.

You and I stood there- arguing about what we could have been.

I reach for you small hand trying to hold it once more.

The old buildings in the town were layered with “for sale” signs and the rust inched like caterpillars along the seams.

It began to rain but there was no shelter- no alley to protect us.

I reach for your small hand. You jerk away.

It began to rain, but there was no shelter- not even an awning.

The cold rain hit you hard. Your black sequin dress outlining your pear shaped figure.

You turn away as if looking at me was too much.

Our gaze focused on a small pebble floating- our backs turned towards each other.

The cold rain hit me hard- freezing every vein in my body.

I want to turn around and kiss you

but I don’t; I continue my gaze on the pebble floating.

and think to myself “what went wrong? Was it me?”

I want to take you in my arms and feel your body against mine

but I resist knowing that it’s not what you want.

I think to myself “how can this be? We HAD everything”

I try to talk to you but when I open my mouth…nothing.

You are gone with just your silhouette in the distance.

I yearn for you, for everything we had-

With the moon shining brighter than before as the cool air brushes my face,

I walk the other way following the stream I once gazed upon.

I yearn for you, for everything we had- family, love, each other

but the tears start to stream down my unshaven face down my neck.

I walk the other way- crying, questioning, pondering.

“Maybe she’ll come back” I say to myself.

Her voice plays in my mind like a disk player on repeat.

We once stood together, hand in hand, gazing into each other’s eyes

but now we are separate- “I’m done”.

The clouds had passed letting the moon shine down on me, walking past the “for sale” buildings.

I have also put this as my first blog because I would like all kinds of feedback. I want to try and make this pantoum better. Enjoy my poetry. And remember, these are MY words, no one else's.