I'm guilty. Anyone that reads my blog knows I commit word crimes. The worst lately was in my last post. The first word of the first sentence. I really do know the difference between it's and its. I worked on the last blog for a while on Friday. I read it multiple times before I posted. When I went to look at it later, I just about died.
I probably should have walked away and went back and posted later. I can make excuses for my lack of grammar or word choice but here's the thing, I am writing. For that I am not going to feel too bad about my grammar errors. I am sure there is someone that would love to take a red pen to my blog. I sometimes wish someone would. I'm know I have a lot to learn.
You would think at my age I would already know how English works but I really was not interested in reading or writing when I was a kid. I tolerated school because I had to go. I guess you could say I am a late bloomer. It wasn't until I was in college that I feel in love with literature. At that point in my life I felt like I had 20 years of catching up to do.
I know it sound like an oxymoron, tolerated school but went to college. At some point in my young adult life I decided I was going to be a teacher and not like any teacher I had ever had in my life. There is a saying, "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach". When I graduated high school I really wasn't prepared for college. I never darkened the door of an honors or AP class. I was not on the college track and lacked many of the classes I needed to be something more than a teacher. Could I have made up for lost time? Of course I could have with a lot more money and time. Financially that was not an option for me. It was the path of least resistance but I am passionate about teaching and learning.
I have had many moments in my life that I am so thankful for my degree in teaching. Without it I wouldn't have half the understanding of my own child. My middle child could read on a third or fourth grade level in kindergarten. Her teacher told me in the 20 years in the classroom she had never had a student like her. As time progressed there were issues that I am thankful I had an understanding of the education system.
I could tell you my Sally sob story but I am not going to do that today. I have accepted who I am and what level I am in writing. Although I commit word crimes often, I am not going to let the fear of publishing for the world to see stop me from pursuing something I love. One has to write in order to be a writer.
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I probably should have walked away and went back and posted later. I can make excuses for my lack of grammar or word choice but here's the thing, I am writing. For that I am not going to feel too bad about my grammar errors. I am sure there is someone that would love to take a red pen to my blog. I sometimes wish someone would. I'm know I have a lot to learn.
You would think at my age I would already know how English works but I really was not interested in reading or writing when I was a kid. I tolerated school because I had to go. I guess you could say I am a late bloomer. It wasn't until I was in college that I feel in love with literature. At that point in my life I felt like I had 20 years of catching up to do.
I know it sound like an oxymoron, tolerated school but went to college. At some point in my young adult life I decided I was going to be a teacher and not like any teacher I had ever had in my life. There is a saying, "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach". When I graduated high school I really wasn't prepared for college. I never darkened the door of an honors or AP class. I was not on the college track and lacked many of the classes I needed to be something more than a teacher. Could I have made up for lost time? Of course I could have with a lot more money and time. Financially that was not an option for me. It was the path of least resistance but I am passionate about teaching and learning.
I have had many moments in my life that I am so thankful for my degree in teaching. Without it I wouldn't have half the understanding of my own child. My middle child could read on a third or fourth grade level in kindergarten. Her teacher told me in the 20 years in the classroom she had never had a student like her. As time progressed there were issues that I am thankful I had an understanding of the education system.
I could tell you my Sally sob story but I am not going to do that today. I have accepted who I am and what level I am in writing. Although I commit word crimes often, I am not going to let the fear of publishing for the world to see stop me from pursuing something I love. One has to write in order to be a writer.
For your viewing pleasure...
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