Back to school
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janiejonesMy dad is going back to school. He's in the midst of a comp class at the moment, and has enlisted me for help with grammar, punctuation, etc. That seems to be one of my true talents in life. I wouldn't say I remember every rule, or even most of them, but I seem to have a good feel for what belongs where, and when.
Anyway, helping him has taught me two things (and I don't mean that in some twee, condescending kind of way): 1) I've never really known him to write much of anything, but from what I've seen so far, he really has a feel for words and descriptions and tone and pacing. It's cool, yet disconcerting after all these years, to realize that's probably where I get whatever writing talent I possess. No one in my family writes, or wants to write, and so I sort of have always had this idea that my love of writing, and relative talent for it, came from out of nowhere. Now I know that it didn't.
The second thing is more of a reminder, I guess. My dad is smart, people. He is so smart. He really, really is. And I am so proud of him, and I mean that in the least patronizing way possible. I've always known he was smart; both my parents are phenomenally smart and well-read. But you know, it's sort of humbling to be helping your dad with his homework. Also? It feels really, really good. I can finally pay him back for all those hours he drilled algebra and Hemingway into my head with infinite patience (though neither of them took, ha ha).
By the way, I totally did not mean to sound like some weepy, Hallmark movie there. This is not a movie-of-the-week. My dad is not overcoming any obstacles except time (which is a hell of an obstacle, really). Violins don't play while we bond over his comp homework. I don't gaze at him with tear-filled eyes. The music will not swell when the credits roll. I just think he is awesome and I felt like writing about it.
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Anyway, helping him has taught me two things (and I don't mean that in some twee, condescending kind of way): 1) I've never really known him to write much of anything, but from what I've seen so far, he really has a feel for words and descriptions and tone and pacing. It's cool, yet disconcerting after all these years, to realize that's probably where I get whatever writing talent I possess. No one in my family writes, or wants to write, and so I sort of have always had this idea that my love of writing, and relative talent for it, came from out of nowhere. Now I know that it didn't.
The second thing is more of a reminder, I guess. My dad is smart, people. He is so smart. He really, really is. And I am so proud of him, and I mean that in the least patronizing way possible. I've always known he was smart; both my parents are phenomenally smart and well-read. But you know, it's sort of humbling to be helping your dad with his homework. Also? It feels really, really good. I can finally pay him back for all those hours he drilled algebra and Hemingway into my head with infinite patience (though neither of them took, ha ha).
By the way, I totally did not mean to sound like some weepy, Hallmark movie there. This is not a movie-of-the-week. My dad is not overcoming any obstacles except time (which is a hell of an obstacle, really). Violins don't play while we bond over his comp homework. I don't gaze at him with tear-filled eyes. The music will not swell when the credits roll. I just think he is awesome and I felt like writing about it.
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Date: 2005-01-21 05:13 pm (UTC)Huh? That's the only I didn't actually understand. ;)
Congrats on your dad! Going back to school is always a humbling experience - especially as you get older. :)
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Date: 2005-01-21 05:39 pm (UTC)bibliophile: A lover of books. A collector of books. From dictionary.com
So, knowing what you know about me, it makes sense now, right? ;-)
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Date: 2005-01-21 06:25 pm (UTC)Nope, didn't make it, got it off of
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Date: 2005-01-21 05:41 pm (UTC)Well now I'm picturing Janie and Her Dad a two part series about a woman and her father who begin to see eye to eye as they work together to rid the world of improper grammar. It's a touching tale of a love of not only a father and daughter, but of the English language.
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Date: 2005-01-21 05:55 pm (UTC)ROFL!
Oh my God, that is the funniest thing I'll read today, I'm sure. I love it!!!
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Date: 2005-01-21 07:01 pm (UTC)