My Grammar Nazi days have been long and many. Other students either REALLY loved having me check their work, or they REALLY hated it. I guess some people just can't stand criticism.
Looking back, I remember one time in fifth grade, we were supposed to write an essay or a story or something. So I did. To make it look extra fancy, I asked my mom to type it up on her computer and print it for me.
As I stood in front of the class the next day to read my work, I looked down at the page and started crying. Mom had messed it up! There were question marks where exclamation points should have been, misspellings, and even weird capitalization. I started sobbing, right there in front of the class. I couldn't believe it.
Mom was flabbergasted when I confronted her. She thought she was helping me, by making it look like I had typed it, and not her. Except I wouldn't have had those mistakes. My original paper didn't, which is what I ended up turning in.
Mom's never touched another one of my papers since.
No comments:
Post a Comment