Monera Mason is a mischief-maker.  Her work includes: starting questionable cults with notorious software gurus, writing abstract fiction, catalyzing shenanigans which she deploys on unsuspecting bystanders in the City of Neon. 

Grammar Gods

I would have never guessed that the way for me to understand grammar was to convert it to symbolic representation, stripped of all meaning and only listed by parts. Beautiful sentences from Joesph Conrad start to look like {[IC1 (Subject, Phrase, verb)],(7)Phrase,(7) [DO IC1],(7)[IC2]}.

Not because this was how we were taught, but because the system we are taught is so chaotic and disorganized the only way to make sense of it is through abstraction. I am thanking all the stars in the universe for symbolic logic and symbolic grammar Montessori pedagogy.

I wanted to love Grammar, and on some level I still do, but I see why many people struggle with this class. Grammar clear as muddy math is. Arbitrary rules that don't come together in a taxonomy that is friendly for the students. Everything we knew about words was seemingly irrelevant. Instead of validating the system that most English majors had encountered before we plunged into the deep waters of nominals, morphemes, and passive progressive tenses. With that no reason why we looked at sentences this way or why a writer would use such a tense. A hodgepodge of ideas followed by "do you have any questions?" I see why Vygotsky talked about the gaps between mentor and student. Our professor might as well have been teaching in elvish, and we knew not what questions were appropriate for this world.

There became the core, those people who seemed to know elvish enough to make it work. They carried all of the heavy l. I was not someone who knew elvish; we had a guru who could interrupt. Suddenly he was gone, leaving three daughters and Kvothe in his wake.

I have been pushed further out of my comfort zone here in grammar than any class has ever forced me. I have become part of the core, and in determination and perseverance, I believe I will survive.

Maybe one day, when I gain entry into these ivory towers, I can endeavor to ease the journey for the next generation. Perhaps I can show that this subject is art with intrinsic beauty and complexity that underpins all those words we so love.

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