Form...

...is content.

Anyone who reads knows this, even if they don't realize it.

I'll explain. If you are reading a work containing countless "y'all"s, spellings denoting soft "r"s, and mismatched subject/verb agreement, you may conclude that you are reading the work of an uneducated southerner (or that's exactly what the author wanted you to conclude). Such grammar and style would be horrendous in light of formal writing rules, but by noticing said grammar and style, you would be recongnizing something about the content of the piece.

Therefore, attention to grammatical detail when writing any sort of literary piece is necessary for effective communication. With that said, when critiquing a work that is not intended to sound uneducated, but quite the opposite, one intended to be scholarly, one would find the grammar, layout, style, form, word choice, transition use, etc. quite useful in determining the accuracy, logic, and content of the work.

"Why are you talking about boring grammar rules?", you may be asking if you are part of that probably 80% of the American population that considers such things pointless. I was wronged. My final critique grade in my Christology class was a "B" because my critique integrated the bearing of grammar importance with the judging of logic in the argument. In fact, grammar was listed on the "Guide" of things to note given out by our professor. Poor grammar has great bearing on the validity and earnestness of one's paper. And segues and transitions affect the flow of the paper, which is directly related to how the reader reads that author's logic.

Sigh. I hate to get so worked up. But I also hate to be two points away from an A.

So long GPA.

Expectations:

You know what's funny? Picking up a glass to drink your Sprite and realizing it's milk.

Sometimes when you get something you didn't expect, it's a pleasant surprise. But if you don't like milk...

I was fully prepared this past weekend to play the Company Sweetheart role. I have been busting my bum to come up with ways to make the Alpha guys (and girls) smile. I suppose some of the reason I do it is to impress my sweetheart. I think it is also because I want to be the best (a self-centered perfectionist perspective) sweetheart there ever was or ever will be. I like drama.

I spent eight hours over two days making a huge cake for Friday's "Company Bonding" movie night. (In the end, it didn't matter, because they thought I bought it. A compliment in disguise I suppose.) I hadn't seen Paul in two months. Boy, was I surprised when the strange little girl who has been relentlessly pursuing him pulled up as we were unloading the party supplies.

I confronted her (over Facebook. Brave, huh?) this summer. I ended up saying some things I regretted. So, I cut myself off, promptly apologized, and assured her she would not be hearing from me again.

I still don't like her. I can see through her tactics, and her reptutation is not reassuring.

So, I spent the entire evening trying to catch my breath and trying not to look like I was trying to hard. She stared me down the whole time. (My little 15-year old brother who came along for the ride thought she was checking him out.) She also caught Paul in the hallway, and according to his rendition, he was curt.

I don't like this kind of drama. (or do I?)

My once-dormant fears are not quite on full blast (nothing's worse than the first blindsiding occurence), but nightmares have visited me the past two nights.

Sigh.
I think it's time I grew up.