Monthly Archive for March, 2007

on the subjunctive and cutting people

First, the Defensive Bitching

You know what really burns my toast? When people’s default behavior is to assume I am wrong. I hate saying something, anything, even something as innocuous as a preference for a certain type of mustard, only to be told I am wrong. I especially hate it when this happens before I even finish uttering my claim, but man, let me tell you, I really hate it when it happens and I am right. Worst of all is when it happens, and I am right, and the person contradicting me just repeats or rephrases the exact claim I just made.

An example that happened last night:

Me: I think the difference in comprehensibility has to do with the level of diction, and of course the fact that it’s written in verse.

Friend 1: No, that’s not it at all; I mean, it’s really about the vocabulary!

Friend 2: And the fact that it’s written like poetry, and is poetical.

See what happened there? I include this example only because it is a recent one and thus fresh in my mind, and I will say that the friends in question are both excellent people and didn’t mean to be rude or weird or anything; it was just a loud pub and an excited conversation. I feel no less fond of them for it. But you see the general phenomenon I am describing.

A strange form of that phenomenon shows up here (on this very blog!) with some frequency. Because I write about grammar and writing and teaching here quite a lot, and also, I’m sure, because the word Grammar is in the title of my blog*, people seem to enjoy coming over here and scouring my writing for grammar or usage “errors.” Let’s take that smug bitch down a couple of notches, shall we, and “correct” her “mistakes.” It would be ridiculous of me to presume that I never make mistakes in writing — I have typed an “its” when I meant “it’s” or a “to” then I meant “too” thousands of times, and those are basic mistakes. It’s shameful! Even a fifth grader could explain the difference. I don’t use the spell check. I’ll leave a word out of a sentence or leave a letter off of a word, and I won’t notice until days or weeks later, at which point I am typically too lazy to fix it. Then, of course, there’s the fact that I pepper my writing with commas, begin sentences with conjunctions, split infinitives, and generally make all manner of stylistic choices that were considered unfashionable in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, which is the era of English whence most of these self-described “pedants” get their “rules.”

The thing is, though, I do choose my words carefully. When I write “till,” I don’t mean “’til.” “‘Til” is not even a real word, and I (or the OED) can tell you all about it. I use dictionaries all the time, for fun. I read Safire’s “On Language” whenever I come across a Sunday Times and re-read my favorite bits of Elements of Style when I’m trying to procrastinate. When I go to Borders, I flip through Garner’s Guide to Modern American Usage for the sheer thrill of it all. I have studied and taught grammar (and not just in English), and I have the basic arsenal to be deliberate about what I write. If I make some claim about grammar or usage, you can bet that I have researched it to whatever degree was necessary.

And yet, there are people who lurk around in dark corners, reading this blog for months and months without ever offering a kind or witty comment or even just effing saying hello, only to spring from hiding to leave a smug little one-word comment to “correct” a non-existent error. And they refuse to say where they think the error is, or respond in any useful way whatever. Yet another person identifying himself as a grammar “pedant” (they’re worse even than the “sticklers” and “Nazis,” and not nearly as fun as the “mavens”) who seems to know just enough about grammar to be an ass about it, yet not enough about it to be right.

And Now The Actual Grammar

After that bitchy preamble, allow me to tell you a little bit about the subjunctive mood, which was the subject of that dude’s complaint, and how it is used in conjunction with the conditional. First: conditional sentences involve two parts: the condition and the result. The condition part can often be identified because it begins with “if,” while the result part often begins with “then.” That’s easy enough, right? IF this CONDITION is true, THEN this RESULT happens.

The “conditional” aspect is kind of straightforward. So what is up with this “subjunctive” everyone keeps going on about? Well, you can read up on it some here, and see the chart with different forms, but to be quick I’ll just say it is a verb mood that is used with the conditional, as well as in some other ways. It is used to express something that is contrary to fact, or something that is wished, requested, or required. This means you should use it in the condition clause of your sentence when that condition is actually untrue or unlikely, then the result clause of your sentence will have a would- conditional. There’s more to it, but that will work for now. Here are some examples:

If I were a rich man [subjunctive], I would be able to afford a new car. Also, I would be a man, which would be weird. (Condition sentence, with one condition clause and three result clauses.)

It was required that he be trained on the new machines [subjunctive]. (Requirement.)

I wish I were going to the party [subjunctive]. (Wish.)

Some common phrases: as it were, if I were you, be that as it may, woe betide, peace be with you, etc [subjunctive].

What this means is: Some condition sentences will need the subjunctive in order to refer to a condition that is contrary to fact. On the other hand, some condition sentences will not use the subjunctive at all — they’ll use the indicative (the regular old verb forms we know and love). Those contrary-to-fact situations are known as “irrealis,” and the conditions that may or may not be true are known as “realis.”

When we write, we choose the mood according to whether the condition is realis (may be true) or irrealis (probably/definitely not true). When we read, we interpret a sentences meaning by these cues, too. Here are some examples:

If you are wondering how to proceed [indicative], you should follow the instructions. (Realis, i.e. indicates that something is or may be the case — We interpret this as meaning that this person may indeed be wondering how to proceed.)

If you were wondering how to proceed [subjunctive], you would consult the instructions. (Irrealis, i.e. indicates that something is not the case or is unlikely — We readers assume this person probably is not wondering how to proceed.)

If he is coming with us [indicative], we will need to pick him up. (Realis — Dude, is he coming with us or not?)

If he were coming with us [subjunctive], we would need to pick him up. (Irrealis — Thank god that guy isn’t coming; I hate having to drive out to his house and pick him up.)

If you continue to act like an assbutt [subjunctive], I will cut you. (Realis — may be true, or, in this case, is bloody likely.)

If you continued to act like an assbutt [indicative], you surely lost your job. (Realis — That may have happened! But maybe it didn’t!)

If you had continued to act like an assbutt [subjunctive], I would have cut you. (Irrealis – Thank god you changed your assbutted ways.)

So, I hope I have made this clear, if not interesting. Frankly it now seems silly that I have written this much merely in response to one jerkburger’s snide comment, but since he didn’t come back and explain how he thought I should have used the subjunctive in that post, I had no choice but to assume that he meant I should have used it in the first sentence (the only sentence where “were,” his first comment? would fit as a “subjunctive,” which he referenced in his second comment), and, after looking at that first sentence again, I determined that I was, in fact, right. As fucking usual. Here’s what I wrote:

If you are wondering, as many are, how to create a strong first impression when you make contact with the instructor who will be teaching one of your courses, you might be interested in the following tutorial.

First, I’ll break it down into its simpler components:

If you are wondering [condition, indicative], you might be interested [result]. (Realis.)

Now let’s change “are” to “were:”

If you were wondering [condition, subjunctive], you might be interested [result]. (Irrealis.)

I suppose the beauty of this is that both versions of the condition statement work with the result as I wrote it, since “might” is used as the past tense of may, the conditional of may, and the “polite” form of may. That, however, is a subject for another time. The point here is this: In the original version, use of the indicative (”are wondering”) allows for the fact that “you” may or may not be wondering. Were I to have written “were,” I would have been implying that “you” were not wondering at all. And frankly, I want to give you more credit than that.

*When I came up with the title “Zemblan Grammar,” I did not have it in mind that I would actually write about grammar. Despite appearances, there is no connection between that title and the writing I now do about grammar and usage. I suspect this dude has missed the point of the title entirely.

things that hurt

My Sinuses

My Bank Statements

Love

Logging Into the ADE JobList

Hangnails

Defeat

Dog Toenails Jutting Into My Soft Waistular Area

Whiskey Sodas

Shinsplint Motherfuckers

memo from the desk of not impressing

If you are wondering, as many are, how to create a strong first impression when you make contact with the instructor who will be teaching one of your courses, you might be interested in the following tutorial. 

Email is always the right option: it’s sleek and elegant, and a subtly nuanced mode of communicating.  You are going to want to make sure your instructor is able to really see your personality and to connect with you as an individual.  For that reason, try to write the way you speak, or, better yet, tha wa u txt.  Capitalization, spelling, and punctuation are but brittle fossils of yesteryear, so don’t follow tradition in this instance: just fire away!

First, you’ll want to address the email to the instructor.  Now once again, we at the desk of Not Impressing must stress that you avoid outdated modes of address, such as "Dear Professor Lastname."  Seriously bo-ring! In fact, why bother looking up the person’s name or rank?  Quick communication is a must; there’s simply no time for research.  Just address yourself to "Proffessor"  (remember, spell-check is so Windows 95).

Then, state your case baldly and with no attention to style, manners, or artifice.  Who wants some kind of pro forma politeness when trying Not To Impress?  Here is an example of what we’re talking about:

I was interested in taking this class in the spring and i was wondering if u had a previous syllabus. Also i would appreciate it if you could tell me the course load (assignments) that are required in this course. honestly, i’m really looking for a lighter load because it’s my last term. It’s greatly appreciated.

Witness how this writer has made only sporadic use of the shift key, leaving the first person pronoun in lower case much of the time and even neglecting to capitalize the first words of some sentences.  What a breezy air it gives! How the prose sparkles on the page!  Don’t you feel refreshed?  Note as well that the writer prefaces the penultimate sentence with "honestly," then proceeds to state that she is looking for an easy grade.  Some might wish to hide this information, preferring to suggest a certain diligence or passion in the subject matter.  Not here, oh no.  The confessional tone followed by an admission of laxity provides an endearing element that would otherwise be lacking.  Now the professor in question will not only be inspired to offer her the information (and the lighter load) she seeks, but will also likely wish to become her friend.  The writer has thus set herself up to have both an easy A and some special treatment throughout the term.  Brilliant.

Finally, an appropriate closing will be required.  Forget closing greetings such as the stale, fussy "sincerely."  The professor already knows how sincere you are, right?  Maybe you’re thinking of signing off with an expression of thanks, such as "thanks," but that should be avoided as well.  Instead, simply type your name immediately after the final sentence of the body of the email.  Who needs their name on a special little line all by itself?  Not you, friend!

If you have followed these instructions, you will have created a winning email:  it will be quick and casual, just like you!  It will evoke feelings of comradeship and sympathy in your instructor, while simultaneously not risking creating an impression of intelligence or diligence.  You wouldn’t want expectations of you to be too high, now, would you?   Of course not.  Stay right there in the middle, just where you belong. 

at the end of the dark reign of chowderheads (for now)

This term did not go quite as swimmingly as the last one, I am here to tell you.  You already know about my nemesis, who wound up barely passing the class.  I wish I could say she was the biggest problem.  She was more annoying than any of the others, to be sure, what with her whining and grumbling and lying and her big fat stupid face, but she managed to beat out four other students as far as the numbers go. 

If you’re paying attention, you’ve figured out what that means:  I had to fail four people this term.  That is a record for me.  The most people I have ever failed in any term before has been two — but that time one of them just up and failed, while the other one was failed as a punishment for plagiarism (Dude: plagiarize, and I will shut your ass down faster than you can say "google, copy, paste").  This time, the four people who failed did so out of nothing but pure unadulterated slackitude.  What kind of person signs up for a ten-week class, only attends during week one, emails the instructor an inappropriate paper when an assignment is due in week four, and is never heard from again?  What kind of person does all that and doesn’t drop the class?  This chowderhead’s final grade was 18%.  Fucking stellar, lady; you should frame that one.

The three others were just as bad: they stopped attending halfway through, didn’t complete assignments, didn’t show up for the final.  Well, one person did show up for the final, but instead of writing it, she wrote me a sad letter about how sad it was that now she’d have to go to a sad community college instead of art school.  The closing line:  "You are a really good teacher, but I’m also a good slacker."  That’s pretty much the measure of it.

Deep in the heart of this cloud of crap exists, however, the proverbial silver lining:  fewer assignments for me to grade.  I don’t know how many times I can explain the difference between a plot summary and a critical analysis — in class, during editing conferences, and in the final comment on students’ submitted work — before I have to start packing a hip flask to class. The ones who do turn in an essay are often guilty of assuming I am either blind, a monkey, or both.  If a person can’t muster 1800 words to write about their chosen issue, and instead take a 1200-word paper and triple-space it, adding 1.5 inch margins, do you think her teacher would notice?  I mean, in a stack of papers all formatted correctly at about 300 words per page, do you think a paper with approximately seven words per page would stand out at all?  Yeah, probably not.   Don’t worry, kiddo; it’ll be fine. 

So if four kids out of thirty want to sit on their ever-flattening asses and get stoned instead of turning in assignments, fine by me.  I’ll sit around on my own ever-widening ass and drink whiskey and watch Gilmore Girls.  Fine by me.

not dead yet

Yeah, so, it looks like I am still alive for now.  I have nothing of interest so say, which means I am posting this merely as a procrastination exercise.  A huge-ass stack of final exams is sitting on my desk (a mere eight inches from my left hand!  help!) waiting to be graded. 

It is all lovely and spring-like and beautiful outside and has been all week, and all I want to do is take the dog to the park every day.  Sadly, no.  I must grade stupid finals.  Whine, whine.

I’ll be back later with an end-of-term grammar round up, in which I promise I will threaten to cut at least one person.  I hope you are all doing lovely things, like taking your dogs to the park or relaxing or drinking champagne.   You big jerks.