'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
So, in my history of the English language class last week, the prof said that "back in our grandparents time," they distinguished between who and whom, but no one does that anymore.
Tell your prof that he or she is full of shit. Only not in those words. You're telling me that your prof doesn't bother to distinguish between the two, and then spreads that wrongness to students? For shame, vw's prof. For shame.
Who here distinguishes "proper usage" of who/whom?
Me. Every single time.
Todd, I have so been there. Sometimes it seems an entire workplace conspires to demean and abuse the most productive workers. That's why I freelance.
Have a drink.
Cereal:
Barb is taunter who taunts, is what!
{{Todd}} They are so completely undeserving. I hope you are able to wind down and relax some this evening. And find a more worthy job.
Open house at the 11th grade level was really sparse, but that was good for actually getting to speak with the teachers. I don't know what happened with 8th grade; I fear we missed it. Ooops.
If'n I could shove fresh scones or banana bread through the interpipes, Jen, I surely would.
He's not full of shit, actually. He's pretty progressive on language change. He used who/whom as an example of word-shortening as the natural evolution of language. I just happen to think it was a bad example. Though, when I pressed the issue, I was the *only* person in the class that raised my hand as knowing/using the difference.
But then again, no one today knew who William F. Buckley, Jr. was--and even worse, they didn't know what the National Review was.
What is our world coming to?
NOBODY does that any more? And he's an English prof??
Seriously, WTF? Maybe not a lot of people know it well, but that's seriously bizarre.
But then again, no one today knew who William F. Buckley, Jr. was--and even worse, they didn't know what the National Review was.
They need Family Ties dvds, stat.
Seriously, WTF? Maybe not a lot of people know it well, but that's seriously bizarre.
Yeah, I call bullshit on this professor.
but no one does that anymore.
I do, too.
Barb, I'm showing up on your door step and letting you cook. Scones or banana bread sounds amazing.