Growing up, like most, I would endlessly force my mom to proof-read my papers, make sure my math was correct, try to trick her into doing my work for me, you know, basic kid stuff. As I grew older though my mom would always ask to read my papers. Just thinking that she was being my mom, I didn't think anything of it, until one night at dinner. In a totally random moment, after I had asked her to pass the salt, or something like that, my mom turns to me and she says, "You know Addie, I really like reading you papers cause they read like you talk," Now, since I was probably 18 when she said this, and not really equipped to carry a normal conversion I answered with a grunt, or a sign and just continued to eat my mashed potatoes. Looking back now, I realize what a cool thing it is. I hope that if anyone reads this, they can get a sense of what my voice is from my writing. Although you probably won't be able to pick up on my pesudo-valley-girl-western accent, cause who the eff knows how that happened.
The reason why I find this relevant it that I'm in this Critical Thinking class and it's all about, "finding your rhetorical voice." I know what I talk like, and I'm not overly thrilled with it. I get the impression that the way I speak dumbs me down, if that makes sense. I'm a 23 year old woman, and I say "like," basically every other word ( I almost said "like," right there!) . So a part of my whole ~*~new year, new me~*~ is to actually find my rhetorical voice. I'm glad I have a voice in my writing, and I'm glad it sounds like me, but I think it's time to refine and tune. Time to grow up as they say.
Cheers, Momma
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