Journalism III

The English language is the language of Satan.

No, I'm just kidding.

Tonight's grammar lesson in class proved such a thing. I don't believe I've had a formal grammar class since seventh grade in middle school and certainly haven't done homework involving grammar and that parts of speech since maybe an SAT prep course in high school.

I spent much of my Sunday night working on the assignments. Some of the exercises triggered something in my mind about the parts of speech and proper usage - others I had quite a time struggling with.

After completing the assignments and turning them in for a grade tonight, I realized how weak my skills are when it comes to grammar. I'm used to writing, but I guess when it comes down to it, I don't really recall what it is I'm exactly writing. In a sense, it's just words on paper.

I'm excited to be taking this class now and getting the "refresher" or perhaps complete reworking of grammar and the English language so I can be more effective as a writer as the semester rolls on and I begin to look for jobs in the communication and journalism fields.

Even still, tonight, English grammar feels like the work of the devil. I intend to defeat Satan as the semester continues and focus on become a stronger writer by developing a better understanding of the parts of speech.

One of the ironic things, my father is an English teacher who focuses his classes around grammar.