by Melanie McCranie Mansfield
Writing shouldnít be so difficult. The problem is all the rules of grammar, really.
Well, I say grammar schmammar!
Life would be so much simpler for me if we were allowed to use ellipses in place of commas. I hate commas . . . I hate semi-colons, too, for that matter. I feel as if both punctuation marks are out to get me . . . to make me look uneducated . . . ignorant. Instead of trying to decipher exactly when to use one . . . we should just start randomly adding dot-dot-dot to everything. No more worries. I, for one, know that home schooling would be much easier! Do I need a comma here, Mama? No, son . . . just use a dot-dot-dot.
That brings me to an even bigger topic . . . teaching grammar and usage in general to my second grader. (Was there supposed to be a comma separating "in general" from the rest of that sentence? Should I go back and add an ellipsis for good measure?)
Home schooling is hard enough without having to use the vast majority of oneís brain power on simply attempting to figure out how to avoid using a preposition at the end of a sentence. WhatĎs that all about? (Iím not moving the preposition either!)
I turn into a perpetual three-year-old screaming why, why, WHY? every time Iím forced to rearrange Where are you from to From whence do you hail. Okay, maybe I donít have to take it all the way back to the British Motherland in order to be correct, but thatís beside the point. What did the prepositions do to deserve such scrutiny? Canít we all just get along?
And whatís up with adverbs? Do I feel good? Do I feel well? If I feel good, should I expect people to want to rub my head? I honestly get so confused with these at times, that Iíve resorted to letting School House Rock teach Parker what adverbs are all about.
ĒLolly, Lolly, Lolly, get your adverbs here!Ē
Yeah . . . get 'em there, Parker, 'cause I haven't got a clue! And while you're at it, find out the conjunction's function!
The fact that I have such huge problems with grammar is only exacerbated by the knowledge that my mother is an English teacher. You all collectively gasped in my honor, didnít you? Yes, itís quite hard to grow up in a home where the spoken word is rewritten and revised as soon as it exits your mouth. Even something as simple as sharing a pleasant occurrence becomes ugly when sheís around.
"Oh, Mama! While walking through the yard, the birds were sweetly singing."
DANGLING PARTICIPLE! DANGLING PARTICIPLE! DANGER, WILL ROBINSON! DANGER! One would expect her head to explode or something. If I had a penny for every time I heard my mother sigh about my grammar . . . well . . . I could pay off my pronoun tab with Mrs. Breland!
Will the madness never end?
Melanie McCranie Mansfield, a native of Cleveland, Mississippi, has been transplanted to Kinston, North Carolina, by way of Helena, Arkansas. She's the daughter of USADEEPSOUTH writer Lonnye Sue Sims Pearson and the mother of two boys, plus a brand new baby girl Ė finally! Melanie is a homeschooling mom, a portrait photographer, a custom stationer, a part-time interior decorator and an amateur web designer. How she has time to write anything is beyond the laws of time and space. You can learn more about her family and businesses by visiting their personal site Unblinkable.com. Contact Melanie at Melanie@Unblinkable.com.
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