Day: January 16, 2016

Text response coursework

Dear John Humphrey’s,

You wrote an article in 2007 titled “I h8 txt msgs” and you argued “how texting is wrecking our language”. Well it has now been nine years since and I can finally say you were wrong. Texting hasn’t ruined our language; in fact I believe it has saved it in many ways.

you believed it was much more satisfying looking up a word on a dictionary than looking something up on the Internet well I refute that as I know looking up a word on internet can be just as satisfying as looking up a word in the dictionary. Thanks to the internet we can easily and instantly look up words, definitions, synonyms, emotive language basically anything about the English language; you could essentially teach yourself, can the Oxford English Dictionary do that? I am not the only one who feels that texting is good for our language David Crystal argued that “texting has added a new dimension to language use”, and that “It is not a disaster. “Research has made it clear that the dangers of text messaging were misplaced.

I also hope you haven’t forgotten that the English has had abbreviated words ever since it began to be written down. Words such as exam, vet, fridge, cox and bud are so familiar that they have effectively become new words, and that one of the most enjoyable things you can do with language is to play with its sounds, words, grammar – and spelling.” Said by David crystal and I completely agree and that’s why texting is probably the best thing that could’ve happened to the English as I feel it gives it extended life and a whole new dimension to it. Younger generations don’t have to conform to the old and rigid ways of talking and writing, they can become unique. I think you should remember there is no right language or wrong language just like there isn’t right or wrong clothes. It’s just about context, convention and circumstances are all.

People say that texting “Linguistically it’s all pig’s ear … it masks dyslexia, poor spelling and mental laziness. Texting is penmanship for illiterates.” I think Stephen Fry Said it best “Anyone who expresses themselves with originality, delight and verbal freshness is more likely to be mocked, distrusted or disliked than welcomed. The free and happy use of words appears to be considered elitist or pretentious.” People who say this are stupid, ignorant and naive as these people have never given texting a chance and only say this because its new and they find it ugly. Texting doesn’t create poor spelling as all phones now have the option for instant spell check, I feel people just like you are confused between the difference of ‘slang’ and texting as texting does not mean every word will be an abbreviation, anagram or a completely made up word as most people just like myself hardly use abbreviations of words I try to keep it ‘normal English’ as possible. Texting is just a quick and efficient way of conversing with someone.

Texting In short is fun.

Let me start this off by saying that this is a love story; but this isn’t your typical sappy romantic love story. This is a love story of which someone has to go to great lengths to prove their love for their love; this is a love story with life and death consequences, this is my love story.

So how do you know when you’re in love? What is love? A wise woman once said “it’s just chilling, you know? Chilling with somebody and talking, making mad stupid jokes. And, like, not even wanting to go to sleep, ’cause then you might be without them for a minute. And you don’t want that”. This is exactly how I felt for Samantha White, the most attractive girl in the whole school and neighbourhood. She was perfect; crystal White teeth, caramel skin, long dark thick hair with one half of the hair braided and the sweetest personality, so caring, so down to earth. Everyone knew this, everyone wanted her, but none of them loved her like I did; if only she knew that.

I know what you’re probably thinking that I was a nerd, a boy head over heels for a girl he had no chance with in a million years. Well you would only be half right; I didn’t have a chance with her, but I wasn’t your typical lover’s boy who usually just hopelessly stares and admires at his dream girl from a far. I was the ‘guy’ in my area, meaning I was the most popular and most respected. You don’t believe me? Let me prove it, I even had my own nickname, Rambo, given to me because I resembled the film character named Rambo who was a savage fighter, that could take on anybody and feared no one, which I resembled a lot. I would love to prove myself to anyone who thought they could challenge me, to prove that I was the alpha male, in school and out. Especially in school as I didn’t get along with most of the pupils, especially the boys, why? You ask well we just didn’t mix they were too arrogant and ‘fake’ for me.

So now you’re probably wondering if I was the ‘guy’ how come I wasn’t able to get the girl of my dreams? Well maybe it’s because in life I was heading nowhere fast; I was involved with the wrong people and involved in the wrong things. We had known each other since nursery and we had been friends since then and she didn’t want to ruin anything or quite simply I never truly told her how I felt, which is my fault I know I was too concerned about getting rejected and my silly reputation; stressing too much over what other people would think of me, what others would say, instead of just listening to my heart and doing what I wanted to do. So now you know me, you know who I am let’s finally begin my love story.

Where to begin? There are so many places to start of my love story: the day I actually started to have feelings for Samantha, when she stayed the whole week at my house or when we kissed for the first time. However I feel the best place to start is the day when the whole world ended when not just my story begun but everybody’s story, and that’s the day war broke out.

 It was on a Friday, the last day of school before summer holidays. It seemed to be heading as the best day of the year; beautiful weather, everybody on good terms, even me with the boys, there was even a whole year 10 water fight! I was having a pleasant conversation with Samantha; even some flirting was going on. But something had to come and ruin it… it hit the main road of Brixton high street and somehow managed to hit my school located all the way in Kennington it must’ve been a very powerful bomb because we were able to feel its full force as the whole ground began to shake and crumble beneath us. The school began to self destruct, classrooms becoming rubble killing anyone still inside. Time had passed and any lucky survivors were greeted with a still silence, a still life-less silence. We were still feeling the aftermath of the explosion, people groggily getting to their feet. All of a sudden a swat team arrived at the scene shooting any survivors in sight and capturing people as their hostages, Including Samantha. But before she was completely taken away from me she looked directly at me stared straight into my eyes and said “I love you”. And that’s when I knew my story had just begun. I knew I was going to have to prove my love for this girl, and that I was going to have to travel the ends of the world and fight for this girl.