The hazards of being a reader…

A lot of my education happened outside of the classroom. This is probably true of most people who attend a public school in a depressed district. Resources for teachers are poor and oftentimes, you spent more time going over stuff that you learned last year. It’s a lot of catch-up and do you remember? So, how do you learn about the world outside of your little space?

I read.

Problem with learning that way? You don’t hear the words you read. You know what they mean and can recognize them but really, once you have it in your head how something is pronounced, it’s gonna stick.

These mis-speaks lead me to my pet peeve… people who “correct” other people when they speak; either in pronunciation or if their brains farted and their mouth grabbed the first word that popped up… say mallow instead of yellow. If you know what the other person meant*, then there’s no need to correct them. Height of rudeness in my book. So mis-speak all you want around me, have no fear of sounding ignorant because I know what you mean unless I ask.

It’s a sign that you learned about the world and language like I did and Dude, if I had a gang sign I could flash you, I would. ’Cause it’s like we’re Gansta Readas.

Word.

Regardless on how it’s pronounced.

* Okay, there are times when you might really not know what word they’re using, so apologize and ask for clarification if needed. If not, fake it. Pretend you’re having dinner with someone you don’t care for but gotta share a plate with.  No, Bi… we really didn’t know what colahndehr was. :::stuffs you with ddukbokki::::

8 thoughts on “The hazards of being a reader…

  1. Patricia Grayson

    Nerd. Word. You don’t know til you’ve drooled over the IDEA of spending one week inside the Library of Congress. Dude.

  2. The hazards of growing up in Indiana is that you also have to relearn the correct pronunciation of even the simplest words. It took me years to discover that there was no “R” in wash and that the White House wasn’t located in WaRshington, DC. 😀

    I’ve already told you my brain and mouth rarely ever connect and that my kids correct me all the time. ::insert eyeroll:: Speaking faster than your brain can engage is just a sign of an active mind. Yeah, let’s go with that because the alternative is that I might be just a little wacky. 😀

    1. You can put an R in WaRsh all you want around me. I shall tell no one. Especially if you forgive my English constructed around an Asian phrasing. :::grins:::

      1. I broke the extraneous “R” habit years ago. 😀 One habit I’ve never broken is the dropping of the “G” at the end of -ing words. So we’ll be talkin’ and laughin’ and drinkin’ lots of coffee in October. Heh. You’ll be all, where did this little redneck girl come from? Ha!

  3. OMG! I swear I thought it was just me! The first time I opened my mouth to say “paradigm” in context, I knew as it was forming that I was pronouncing it wrong, but honestly had no idea how to correct myself. Parra-digg-em *sigh*

    But I actually appreciate a polite correction, so that I know better next time. When someone else pronounces something wrong, what I try to do is say the word back a minute or two later in context, then it’s left to them to adapt or ignore me.

    As for the Library of Congress – oh yeah! That was my teen fantasy that I was the Omega (wo)Man left to live in the LOC forever 🙂

    1. Most of the time, I wouldn’t correct someone because you know… I KNOW what they’re saying. :::grins::: I hate people who do the SNIFF and then condescend correct in the middle of the person’s words just to show the others around them that they know what they’re talking about. Shaming someone is a no no. Now taking aside and saying… that word, I do not think it sounds the way you think it sounds… that’s all good.

      Among friends, totally different rules. Then you can go, Dude… let’s be straightening up that word. :::laughs:::

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