This is a little hybrid post.
1. Thank you all for your response to fresh abloom. I have been waiting for the right time to write about depression, so the kind words were affirming.
2. I just started reading Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer, one of my favorite modern authors. Once I’ve finished I’ll probably blog about food, vegetarianism, animals, God, humanity, or a combination of these. Be on the lookout for that! (Disclaimer: I love meat.)
3. Three weeks is all I have left of my internship at Bethany Christian Services. The ESL classes just ended, and I will miss my students/friends greatly. I may post about this as well.
4. In the mean time, here is a very short essay I used in one of my college applications a while ago:
I am not, by any means, a dictionary-thumping defender of the English language or even a potential English major, but I do have boundaries. I am more sensitive to certain aspects of spoken language than most of my classmates. My dad was raised in Virginia, my mother in New York, and my sister and I in Manchester, New Hampshire. While I lived in New Hampshire, I was endlessly irked by the locals’ tendency to throw r’s onto words like “Asia,” making it “A-zhur.” Now that I’m in Michigan, I’ve noticed some pronunciation mixups of the Midwest such as, “He drove acrosst my yard.” I normally let it slide, but I occasionally feel the need to gently suggest a t-removal procedure. Since these trifles get under my skin, it makes me happy when a perceptive person hears me speak and asks afterwards, “Where are you from?”
p.s. I am now, indeed, an English major. I blame you, NPR.