It’s an English major tic. Or maybe just a grammar fiend obsession. The whole your/you’re thing is like nails on a chalkboard to me, but whining about this has been done to death (Why? WHY can’t people just learn the difference and then DO IT RIGHT??) so I’m attacking this week’s Stream of Consciousness post from a fresh perspective.
Let’s write using the words your, you’re, and yore (I know, right?) as many times as humanly possible. And just for funsies, one of them will be misspelled. See if you can spot it.
Oh, the good old days of yore, when you could tie your horse to the post and be certain it would still be there after you’d knocked back a few shots of whiskey. When your buddy would never go after your girl because, you know, loyalty and such.
I’m not sure exactly how far back one has to go to reach the days of yore, but for now? Let’s just say the best advice these days is to keep your hand on your wallet when you’re traveling. Sad, but true.
One of the unique things about the University of Virginia was the Honor Code. It was the pledge we all took upon entering the school, committing to following an honorable code of conduct: essentially not to lie, cheat, or steal. The first thing that came to mind was academics, as in don’t cheat on you’re papers and tests, but I think more students may have found trouble in the real world application. For example, writing a bad check or using a fake ID? Both technically honor violations, but the Honor System only has a single sanction – expulsion. Whether you’re at risk for actually getting kicked out of school for those? Well, that’s another story.
On every single assignment and exam you had to write your pledge on the front cover: “On my honor as a student, I have neither given nor received aid on this assignment/exam.” If you turned in your exam without it then you received an F. No pressure there.
But, much like those horses in the Wild West, it also meant you could leave your bike sitting in the rack without buying a combination lock and sure enough, it would be waiting for you when you’re ready to head back to the dorm.
Not for nothing, because I’m pretty sure I had the you’re/your thing hammered out in high school, but it’s not like that kind of thing would have flown in a paper for UVA. As a matter of fact, I can’t quite imagine a professor’s reaction to your paper if you turned it in with a grammatical error like that on it.
You might as well light the Lawn on fire and scream “TJ sucks!” at the top of your lungs.
See? Just as unthinkable.
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