hate

I hate grammatically incorrect sentences and spelling errors.  Perhaps I was an English teacher for a Catholic school in the 1800s.  Maybe my previous life involved severely beating young children with a ruler for confusing ‘lay’ and ‘lie’, incorrectly using ‘were’ and ‘where’ and forgetting periods or commas.  Then making them repeat “’An’ comes before a vowel, ‘A’ comes before a consonant.  ’An’ comes before a vowel, ‘A’ comes before a consonant …”  It makes me see red. 

Actually, it’s a by-product of my days as a young power-hungry Senior-Editor-in-Chief at my high school newspaper.  Prestigious role.  Attempting to prevent other students from sounding like the ignorant, mentally-challenged wastes of space that they were.

I feel strongly about semi-colons and correctly apostrophed contractions.