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Rant rant rant rant rant.
I hate morphemes. Or rather, I hate people who can't figure out morphemes. I have this one girl in ALL THREE OF MY SPEECH CLASSES who, despite detailed explanations in ALL THREE CLASSES, continues to ask questions about them.
Well, I've got news for you darling. They're easy. Second graders know how to deal with them. You are a senior in college. You should not be dumber than a box of rocks. Look, I'll explain it again. You take a word, and you find the base word, such as book or speak, and then you count that and the number of prefixes and suffixes you had to take off in order to get to that word.
Example:
Books = Book/s = 2 Morphemes.
Cheddar= Cheddar = 1 Morpheme.
Unspeakably = Un/speak/abl/y = 4 Morphemes.
Please either get the point or drop the fucking class. All three of them.
In other news, I had possibly the most awkward conversation in the HISTORY of awkward conversations with my father- I asked him if it was ok if I went on birth control.
Now, regardless of the answer to this question, I fully intend to. I just like to have parental approval on these things.
After asking me about my sex life (::cringes::. I had to admit about Gabe. Awkward. Feels like the first time....) his response was along the lines of, "It's fine by me, but ask your mother."
Ask my mom?
MY MOM????
Do I look like I have a death wish?
Honestly.
I hate morphemes. Or rather, I hate people who can't figure out morphemes. I have this one girl in ALL THREE OF MY SPEECH CLASSES who, despite detailed explanations in ALL THREE CLASSES, continues to ask questions about them.
Well, I've got news for you darling. They're easy. Second graders know how to deal with them. You are a senior in college. You should not be dumber than a box of rocks. Look, I'll explain it again. You take a word, and you find the base word, such as book or speak, and then you count that and the number of prefixes and suffixes you had to take off in order to get to that word.
Example:
Books = Book/s = 2 Morphemes.
Cheddar= Cheddar = 1 Morpheme.
Unspeakably = Un/speak/abl/y = 4 Morphemes.
Please either get the point or drop the fucking class. All three of them.
In other news, I had possibly the most awkward conversation in the HISTORY of awkward conversations with my father- I asked him if it was ok if I went on birth control.
Now, regardless of the answer to this question, I fully intend to. I just like to have parental approval on these things.
After asking me about my sex life (::cringes::. I had to admit about Gabe. Awkward. Feels like the first time....) his response was along the lines of, "It's fine by me, but ask your mother."
Ask my mom?
MY MOM????
Do I look like I have a death wish?
Honestly.