I have never tried acid. This is why:
Actually, I wish I could say I never tried acid-washed jeans, but that would be a lie. I was a teen in the 80s; I not only wore them- I pegged them. However, I really have never tried acid, the drug. And this is really why:
One day, when I was in my early teens my mom told me about one of her tennis buddies who did acid back in the 60s. Apparently, it totally fried his brain, and he had to relearn how to walk and talk. This scared the shit out of me, so I never tried acid.
An actual horror story from someone you know is so much more effective than the facts and statistics that they feed you in school, don’t you think?
This is why I was so happy when the director of my campus shared this story with me:
Our campus has a career fair at the beginning of every quarter where employers come and hire our students. One of our students got hired, and as etiquette dictates, she mailed her future employer a thank you letter. The thank you letter, however, contained several grammar errors, so they unhired her.
I wasn’t happy that they unhired her; I was happy because finally, instead of hoping they'd just take my word for it, I had a real live story to prove to my students that grammar really does impact their lives.
So, yesterday, I relayed the story to my class.
Did they all bow in reverence to the comma? Did they vow to carry a pocket dictionary at all times? No. They got pissed:
“That’s not fair!”
“She was just trying to be nice!”
“I wouldn’t want to work for them anyways!”
I’m guessing that my story won’t herald in a golden era of grammar awareness, but rather a decrease in thank you notes.