Thursday, February 9, 2017

When your mechanic drags his ass across the asphalt


On Friday, I took my first exam in my Grammar and Style for Technical Communicators course. On Saturday, I found out I failed it with a 69.5. Me, the Grammar Nazi. By the way, that was a sentence fragment, frowned upon by the literati. I've never failed a test in my life, especially not an English test. I was devastated. My world was literally rocked. I know how to speak properly. I know I write semi-literate sentences. But I failed a fucking grammar test.

I've been hitting the books hard, re-reading the last assignment plus reading the material for the next test. I've got eight days to get my shit together and perform adequately, or I'll be booted from the class. So this will be the last post for a while. Sorry, but my priorities have shifted slightly.

Oh, and I noticed a few days ago on wirecutter's blog, y'all were discussing pomegranates. There's an easy way to deal with those suckers. You're welcome.