When I walked into journalism class this past
Monday, my teacher, Phyliss Boatwright, handed me an article to read out loud
to the class. It was written by Celia Rivenbark. In the article, she writes of
how today’s generation has lost all the love of language.
When we write, the diction that was once
present in our writing isn’t there anymore.
As we started to discuss the article among
ourselves, a realization came to me of how many times I use the word ‘like’ in
my sentences. When I’m attempting to explain something, that word comes out of
my mouth like an involuntary reflex. I don’t mean to use the word, and I find
it annoying when others do. However, I have gotten used to it being a reliable
word when I have nothing else to say. It rolls right off the tongue so quickly;
you always end up catching yourself after you say it.
The definition of ‘like’ has been so
misconstrued to the point where many people don’t know when it is acceptable to
use it in a sentence and when it is not.
The journalism class took this as a personal
challenge, we all vowed to not say ‘like’ for an entire class period. That, as
you may have expected, did not go as planned. Within the first few minutes of
getting the announcements together, I was the first one to say the word. I had
trouble pronouncing the name of a poet, and I said, “Like, how would you pronounce
that?”
I was extremely disappointed with myself that
I could not go one hour without saying the word. However, I took it as a small
set back on my road to, like, recovery.
*This my new Bullhorn article! I hope you all enjoy, and take time out of your day to practice not saying the forbidden word!*
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