Are we losing a generation to lazy abbreviations and other grammatical shortcuts?

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Abbreviation Nonsense

It used to be that habit and skill of reading needed more than a gentle nudge. RIF or Reading is FUNdamental came about when a former teacher in Washington DC was astounded by the lack of book ownership while tutoring impoverish children.  In 1966 Margaret McNamara, with the help of others so inspired, launched a book distribution program labeled RIF.

Reading motivation, the access to free books, and family/community involvement is the Powerpoint that shines the light on a real problem; it is one thing to learn how to read, but quite another to have and possibly own a bound book of choice.

If you ignite the kindling, you can light a fire. Reading is a fundamental skill that most of us treasure, some of us take for granted.

Writing is an acquired skill and increasingly a lost art. Grammar and spelling are a essential components to creative writing and are largely being trampled by the modern means of communication. Texting has spawned some crippling habits.

Instead of typing, “Are you going to McDonalds for lunch?”, we see this pop up on our 3.5″ screen, “R U going 2 MickeyD’s 4 eats 🙂 lol”. That snipped version is innocent enough, but unfortunately it is becoming the rule, not the exception and it is bleeding all over our children’s formal compositions, i.e. homework and even term papers.

Something needs to be done to stem this tidal wave of lazy abbreviation and I am stepping forward to be the Gwenny Hoff to writing, as Margaret McNamara was to reading. I may not be a school teacher, but I have cobbled together some 500,000 words into book form. Spelling means a lot to me. Sentence structure dictates the order of my words. That it all makes sense is secondary to what is proper & correct.

YOU SEE! That ampersand at the end of the previous paragraph (&) is short for (and). Oh my, have I become infected? NO!

Anyone who gets one of my emails gets a miniature literary treasure, not a blob of single letters, numbers replacing words or slang that needs some uninvented dictionary for translation.

Do you know what burns my butt? Answers: 1. A flame about three feet high (bic 3′ hi) and 2. fractured English.

My mission is to restore some decorum to the written word. Will you help me?

Stay tuned—–Gwenny

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