Growing up, I was an avid reader and English was always one of my stronger subjects. But, I never expected that one result of going to Taiwan to teach english would be unintentionally becoming a
grammar nazi! I suppose my grammar was relatively strong before I left, but teaching English to non-native speakers has greatly strengthened it.
I taught children. It was wonderful. They were, for the most part, cheerful, eager to please and fun. But they also had this annoying habit of asking "why?"
Why is it, "I haven't swum this year," instead of, "I haven't swam?"
Why is it, "I like eating," and not, "I like eat?"
"Why is it a big, brown dog and not a brown, big dog?
"Why, why, why..."
Being a student of foreign languages myself, I told them I'd always done better by focusing on how to express a given idea than why it had to be expressed that way. A lot of children were satisfied
with that. A few children weren't. Most of their parents weren't. They really wanted to know why. And after my first year or two, so did I.
So I ended up learning about when to use past participles, the similarities between gerunds and infinitives, subjunctives and many, many other things about the wonderful complexities of my native
tongue. It wasn't half bad for my abilities to talk about grammar in Chinese, either!
Somewhere along the way, I started to forget what it was like not having an explicit knowledge of various grammatical points. Then I came back to the US and almost immediately started noticing
everyone else's grammatical errors. "There's a lot of busses to the Embarcadero from here," I'd hear someone say. And I'd be thinking, "There are a lot of busses because they are countable and
plural!" in my head. "I've ran a lot of intervals this week," I'd hear some guy say at a park. "NO!!! You've run them because it's a completed action and therefore is a perfect tense and requires a
past participle!" an evil voice would scream. Once in a while it was almost like being a character in The Oatmeal comic.
Now that it's been two years, my inner grammar nazi is just now finally starting to subside and allowing me to let the distinctions between less and fewer slide. I still haven't relaxed my stance on
English "names" I can't stand