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       What's Old is New
   DIR By: StoryGod
       Date: December 23, 2019, 10:16 am
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       "English," explained Mr. Zawroski to a group of half awake
       freshpeople "Is reading and communicating the language. Now we
       could start in any order, but sometimes it is good to take apart
       what you know, the basic building blocks as it were, and
       figuring out how to build a structure from scratch, so we are
       going to begin this year with grammar."
       "I already know grammar," thought Marion. She had good grades
       back in her private day school, and Shaunna (Oh how she missed
       her governess!), who had a college degree in education, could
       help her when she got stuck. Shaunna even knew math, and had
       gotten Marion ready to face algebra in Malta where the math was
       harder, but even in Malta, Marion's English teacher complimented
       her on her writing, which meant, she knew her grammar. To put it
       succinctly, this was going to be BORING!
       "Who here has ever diagrammed a sentence before?" asked Mr.
       Zawroski. No kid raised their hand and the lesson began.
       Diagramming a simple sentence was baby stuff, but if you did a
       compound sentence or added one of those who, that, or which
       parts or a beause or similar word, or anything else that fancy
       writers used, the sentences morphed into spider webs.
       Diagramming sentences was a game. It was a game with its own set
       of rules.  Dr. Zawroski even gave the kids books that looked
       like they were bound in a Kinkos to teach them this kind of
       grammar. He gave an assignment, and Marion emerged from English
       feeling that her time was at least not entirely wasted.
       "The nuns didn't teach me this," Zia told her roommate.
       "This is f-----ing weird," another girl complained.
       The kids milled about in the hall. Some toyed with their
       credentials. A teacher came by and made a boy pull his out of
       his shirt. "School is the same all over," thought Marion who
       told herself to pick her battles. She was due in Papke-Sienko
       for math, and so too was Zia.
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