If you think this was going to be some dramatically deep post about how different minorities feel their language and culture are super important to them, you are wrong. There are plenty of other people writing about that. This is my blog, and by golly I’m writing about me!**DISCLAIMER: I am pretty darn tired, so I have no idea how well this piece will turn out**
Specifically, I am writing about how my word choice, accent, and lingual mistakes are the result of the culture I have been exposed to throughout my twenty years of life. the three primary reasons who my language being the way it is are as follows…
Let’s start simple. I’m from Maine. Though I am from a generation that has distance itself from the added and abandoned letters that make Maine’s accent difficult to understand, and I did not grow up around the coastal seamen whose voices remind me so much of the lobster traps they haul and the waves they set their boats onto, I still have an accent that can be identified as ‘Maine.’ This is not a problem for me because I love the Maine accent. It is the accent of my entire family, most of my friends, and the people who have touched my life in every way.
Again, I grew up in Maine. This is only one of three causes of my slang, but it does add the words “cellar,” “dooryard,” and several others to my slang vocabulary. i also rely heavily on the word “ain’t” in order to express myself verbally.
Another contributor to my funky and illogical word choice is the English TV shows I watch so often. Everything from Sherlock and Doctor Who to the sitcoms played on PBS has allowed me to learn words I may never have known otherwise. I’m not sure how many Americans call roommates “flatmates” and refer to kissing as “snogging,” but I have received a copious amount of strange looks when I use them in every day sentences. Shows from this part of the globe are also why I have a relatively interesting story about forgetting American rad rules, but that is a tale for another time.
The third contributor to my vocabulary is my generation. The people I have grown up with, who I see online every time I unlock my phone, and who come up with the craziest ideas for word are to lame for some of my most unbecoming language. These are the people who taught me to cut my words short (perf instead of perfect; def instead of definitely; etc.), refer to my friends as my “squad” and my boyfriend as “bae,” and refer to everyone who ever walked this earth as peeps, dudes, chicks, and peasants.
I am attending college to be a high school English teacher. Because of my passion for reading and writing, I have unintentionally developed a somewhat large vocabulary. It is not uncommon for me to use a more challenging word in a sentence and have someone look at me like I have two head. I found out just last week that “vigil” is not a common word. I love using the words “frivolous” and “gruntled,” though there is a lack of individuals who understand those words without an explanation.
My choice of careers has also encouraged me to consciously move away from my most basic grammatical and lingual tendencies. Though most of the time I speak with all the slang and accented words in my verbal artillery, There are times when I will slip into a grammatically perfect, error-free tirade. However, one of my personal mantras is: “I might talk like a redneck when I got to use my mouth, but my written voice speaks similar tot hat of a learned scholar.”
It has been brought to my attention that my personal way of speaking may hinder my ability to prepare my future students for the competitive adult world that many are expected to succeed in. I would like to bring to attention the fact that my casual language differs from m professional language, as does my writing. I know how to model and teach language rules, both for speaking and for writing. However, I believe in the evolution of language through cultural development. As the wold changes around us, it is important that students learn how to adapt and develop along with their peers and their culture. As a teacher, it is my job to give them the tools they need to succeed without destroying who they are as individuals I just so happen to believe that language, from the personal jargon tot he funny ways one might produce a certain syllable, is crucial to individual identity.