Hello Good Friend.
Do you ever wonder where you pick things up from?
Like, for example: where did I pick up my little habit of winking at random people? Sometimes I don't even wink at people I consider my friends, I just wink at people I sort of know. Merely acquaintances. Is this not weird? I think so. Or how about my recent love of acronyms? I'd hate to think that I have simply fallen victim of my generations new vernacular. Somewhere along the way, my brain subconciously decided that this is what I would do. And now I do it ALL THE TIME. Without thinking about it, I can pretty much have an entire conversation of purely acronyms.
I will try to do so right now: "Hey! I'll BRB I've G2G to the SC to pick up some ESSENTIALS: AKA some DP and some potato products. Do U want me to pick U up a CB while I'm there? Yea, I have plenty of DCB so don't worry about it! I'll PROB take LB so I'll DEF B like FIVE."
um does anyone know what I am talking about?!!? NO. I pretty much think not. Here let me translate: Hey! I'll be right back. I've got to go to the Student Center to pick up some essentials: in my world that means some dr. pepper and potato products (which includes CHIPS and Chick-Fil-A Waffle FRIES FYI [see there i go again!!! that means for your information] I HEART potato products!!!) Do you want me to pick you up a chicken biscuit while I'm there? Yea, I have tons of declining balance left so don't worry about how much it costs. I'll definately only take like five minutes because I'm taking little blue-- love of my life and also my GHETTO car.
you see my method works pretty effectively because I completely abbreviated my entire conversation but to an untrained ear (and eye) i sound (and look) like I have a unique speech impediment. I think one of my new resolutions this year is going to be to cut these acronyms out of my vocabulary. I can't possibly be speaking to important public relations people in the future with so much slang in my everyday lingo. Oh PR. I am so glad that I finally made the switch to PR. I'm so excited about what awaits me in the Public Relations field. And I even more excited that I'm finally taking classes with Dr. Shock. Everyone was so right. He is such an amazing professor. I've always been kind of nerdy to the point where I really like school, and yes... I even like going to classes and taking notes. I love sitting in classrooms and hearing the words and thoughts of people much more knowledgable than me. And thats one thing I love at Harding. We might not be an IVY league. But in this small town of Searcy, I've encountered some of the most intelligent, experienced and culturally aware people that I will perhaps ever meet. It's definately no New York City. But many times I feel like the diversity Harding offers is something really unique and special. I mean, here I am... young vibrant student from the east coast (which I am QUITE PROUD OF actually) studying in the quaint town of searcy, AR. And you wouldn't think it, but I have met people that I wouldn't ever have met if I had stayed up north to attend school. My roommate is from Georgia, one of my best friends is from Oklahoma, I spend a majority of my tuesday nights sitting next to one of the funniest guys I know-- a friend from Honduras. I enjoy the company of another dear friend of mine who is from AUSTRALIA. And I can count on two hands the number of friends who will be spending the next few years after Harding in either AFRICA or CHINA. I mean where else could this happen? It makes me proud of my friends and the people that make up Harding. It is for this reason that it's ok when my friends from back home raise their eyebrows when I tell them where I go. It's ok because I'm reaching out to people that I never would've thought I would reach out to or get to know. And I feel like I really have worldwide connections. Especially after attending an overseas program and stepping outside my comfort zone. Sure it was hard at first. But really I can see that God brought me to this place to fulfill a bigger purpose than purely making friends and learn a profession. I have found something at Harding that has overcome borders.
Ok, now that I have sufficiently rambled for quite sometime. I am going to class now. Typography with Dr. Shock. Tres tres interesante. We get to learn about fonts and what "feelings" they convey. I know it sounds not fun... OH but it is, it truly is.
Good bye dear friends.
Until next time,
rosaaaaaaaaa
ok, so something quirky about me, I LOVE to look up words and today I looked up these words and I thought I'd share the wealth. Think of these as you words of the day. Enjoy!
ver·nac·u·lar (vr-nky-lr) n.
1. The standard native language of a country or locality.
2. a. The everyday language spoken by a people as distinguished from the literary language. See Synonyms at dialect.
b. A variety of such everyday language specific to a social group or region: the vernaculars of New York City.
[From Latin vernculus, native, from verna, native slave, perhaps of Etruscan origin.]
ac·ro·nym (kr-nm) n.
A word formed from the initial letters of a name, such as WAC for Women's Army Corps, or by combining initial letters or parts of a series of words, such as radar for radio detecting and ranging. <-- wow. who knew? i thought radar was just radar!
Do you ever wonder where you pick things up from?
Like, for example: where did I pick up my little habit of winking at random people? Sometimes I don't even wink at people I consider my friends, I just wink at people I sort of know. Merely acquaintances. Is this not weird? I think so. Or how about my recent love of acronyms? I'd hate to think that I have simply fallen victim of my generations new vernacular. Somewhere along the way, my brain subconciously decided that this is what I would do. And now I do it ALL THE TIME. Without thinking about it, I can pretty much have an entire conversation of purely acronyms.
I will try to do so right now: "Hey! I'll BRB I've G2G to the SC to pick up some ESSENTIALS: AKA some DP and some potato products. Do U want me to pick U up a CB while I'm there? Yea, I have plenty of DCB so don't worry about it! I'll PROB take LB so I'll DEF B like FIVE."
um does anyone know what I am talking about?!!? NO. I pretty much think not. Here let me translate: Hey! I'll be right back. I've got to go to the Student Center to pick up some essentials: in my world that means some dr. pepper and potato products (which includes CHIPS and Chick-Fil-A Waffle FRIES FYI [see there i go again!!! that means for your information] I HEART potato products!!!) Do you want me to pick you up a chicken biscuit while I'm there? Yea, I have tons of declining balance left so don't worry about how much it costs. I'll definately only take like five minutes because I'm taking little blue-- love of my life and also my GHETTO car.
you see my method works pretty effectively because I completely abbreviated my entire conversation but to an untrained ear (and eye) i sound (and look) like I have a unique speech impediment. I think one of my new resolutions this year is going to be to cut these acronyms out of my vocabulary. I can't possibly be speaking to important public relations people in the future with so much slang in my everyday lingo. Oh PR. I am so glad that I finally made the switch to PR. I'm so excited about what awaits me in the Public Relations field. And I even more excited that I'm finally taking classes with Dr. Shock. Everyone was so right. He is such an amazing professor. I've always been kind of nerdy to the point where I really like school, and yes... I even like going to classes and taking notes. I love sitting in classrooms and hearing the words and thoughts of people much more knowledgable than me. And thats one thing I love at Harding. We might not be an IVY league. But in this small town of Searcy, I've encountered some of the most intelligent, experienced and culturally aware people that I will perhaps ever meet. It's definately no New York City. But many times I feel like the diversity Harding offers is something really unique and special. I mean, here I am... young vibrant student from the east coast (which I am QUITE PROUD OF actually) studying in the quaint town of searcy, AR. And you wouldn't think it, but I have met people that I wouldn't ever have met if I had stayed up north to attend school. My roommate is from Georgia, one of my best friends is from Oklahoma, I spend a majority of my tuesday nights sitting next to one of the funniest guys I know-- a friend from Honduras. I enjoy the company of another dear friend of mine who is from AUSTRALIA. And I can count on two hands the number of friends who will be spending the next few years after Harding in either AFRICA or CHINA. I mean where else could this happen? It makes me proud of my friends and the people that make up Harding. It is for this reason that it's ok when my friends from back home raise their eyebrows when I tell them where I go. It's ok because I'm reaching out to people that I never would've thought I would reach out to or get to know. And I feel like I really have worldwide connections. Especially after attending an overseas program and stepping outside my comfort zone. Sure it was hard at first. But really I can see that God brought me to this place to fulfill a bigger purpose than purely making friends and learn a profession. I have found something at Harding that has overcome borders.
Ok, now that I have sufficiently rambled for quite sometime. I am going to class now. Typography with Dr. Shock. Tres tres interesante. We get to learn about fonts and what "feelings" they convey. I know it sounds not fun... OH but it is, it truly is.
Good bye dear friends.
Until next time,
rosaaaaaaaaa
ok, so something quirky about me, I LOVE to look up words and today I looked up these words and I thought I'd share the wealth. Think of these as you words of the day. Enjoy!
ver·nac·u·lar (vr-nky-lr) n.
1. The standard native language of a country or locality.
2. a. The everyday language spoken by a people as distinguished from the literary language. See Synonyms at dialect.
b. A variety of such everyday language specific to a social group or region: the vernaculars of New York City.
[From Latin vernculus, native, from verna, native slave, perhaps of Etruscan origin.]
ac·ro·nym (kr-nm) n.
A word formed from the initial letters of a name, such as WAC for Women's Army Corps, or by combining initial letters or parts of a series of words, such as radar for radio detecting and ranging. <-- wow. who knew? i thought radar was just radar!
