Letter to the Editor

To,
The Editor
The Daily Mail
25 North 10th Street
NY, 2510
USA

Subject: Twtr? It's majorly bad! Leading headteacher condemns 'text speak' for eroding schoolchildren's language skills

I do agree that social network does have an effect on our generation, and we are the first generation that has been present in the advanced technology age. I also do agree that the "text speak" does have an effect on our language, but it is not necessarily a bad effect. You might be correct that social networking does have a bad effect on our health in some ways, but language has actually improved through the time that texting has existed.

Most of the texting audience are adults who use and create abbreviations. And even so, only 10% of text messages around the world are abbreviated. Which not only questions the fact the kids use it during speech but, if anyone uses is it often during speech. I think that texting can actually improve literacy skills. Since conversations skills are used quite a number of times, they can improve and since writing and reading are involved, the skills can become honed. I will not disagree with the fact the pupils do make quite a lot of mistakes in essay writing, but the same complaint can be traced back to 60 A.D. And now, millennials have actually developed their own language through text speak. The Vikings did the same and so did William Shakespeare. They removed unnecessary letters and created words to ease communication.

Although texting can deteriorate health in some ways,   language has not been affected in a way that makes the English of today's pupils' decline. It has improved and has made it easier for children and teenagers to communicate. And has evolved our English (One way or the other)

Yours Sincerely,
Soccer Mom
Pine Heights
06 East 10th Street
NY, 0610
USA

Diary Entries: Kendrick Lamar

October 23rd, 2012

I don't really know how, to begin with these, I guess that's one. My sophomore album just released yesterday, and I don't really know what to expect. I don't if people will see me as just another rapper talking about the hood, or the savior of Hip-Hop. There isn't really much to say about the album, but the results are still pending. I'm a bit overwhelmed by the results and reviews from the first album, but nothing I couldn't take.

October 25th, 2012

So far the album has gotten high reviews, and I can feel the same overwhelmingness that is reminiscent of the first album. But I hope it doesn't get too out of hand. I do feel like there is a trajectory towards its successfulness. I can see how it will affect my reputation as a rapper and I hope it gives me a positive effect on my level as a rapper. Not just another guy who's trying to make money, and talking about topics that create misconceptions towards the artform, but an artist who just wanted to spread a message, not just about the hood, but spread a deeper message through this artform.

March 13th, 2013

I honestly don't understand the amount of props that I am getting from this album. It was unexpected. Pitchfork gave it a 9.5 out of 10. Rolling Stone gave it 4 out of stars 5. Metacritic rated it 91 out of 100. And that's not the reason why I am overwhelming, users had given it a 9 out of 10. Now, they heralding me as the savior of Hip-Hop. That's where I get a bit overwhelmed. It's the fact that they are calling me the voice of my generation, the voice of the voiceless. Now, I feel like their whole influence is based on my movement.


August 18th, 2013

I'm starting to like this is getting to me. I feel like my anxiety towards the albums high level is getting to my emotions. Am I the leader of this generation, is it me who should be wearing the crown. I had already been nominated for rewards and accomplishments, on an international basis. After every interview, I contemplate on my place in the pedestal. Is this my place, 1st place. I remember people telling me and commenting on my potential, usually my label would do so, but I did not agree with so.

February 21st, 2015

It's been a while since I had written on here. I was working my third album "To Pimp A Butterfly". And it actually answers my worries about my place in the game. I remember through my 2-year hiatus, that I contemplated for a reason. I was meant to be here. It was for a reason. I not only had a great following, but is able to spread my message through what is known as an illogical artform. I was a messenger in some ways. I was here to spread the word of God to the yearning ears of teenagers and young adults who listen to my music. I was meant to share my message. I was put here to cast my message through the artform with a diverse audience. And tell stories that have morals which all can relate. And for that, I am proud of myself. 

A Memoir

     As an IB student, especially in Raha, diversity is a huge factor in the school. The more diverse you were, the more experience you were heralded to have. I am a very common type of diverse. Arabic, and English. I can communicate and conversate with both, and I am somewhat from countries that speak both. But I also am a Muslim, which is also very common.
    When I came to Raha, about six years ago, I had arrived from a very undiverse school. It was very common to be Muslim and Arab. It was very uncommon to be otherwise. I remember how odd it was when a Russia girl had come to my class. I remember people were frantically switching gazes from the girl to the classmates, and again. I was uneasy at first but I realized, she's just Russian, I have Russian friends outside of school. But that uneasiness cemented and embedded itself into me and was triggered every time I saw here walking around, like coding.
   Moving schools was overwhelming as it is, now, I had to be able to switch between Arabic and English repeatedly and fluently. I also had to meet people with unpronounceable names and are from countries that I never heard of. I had put myself in a different mindset. The first thing I had to get used to was talking English about 75% of the time. I felt like I was being pushed from my language and forced into a new hive full of bees buzzing English.
   It took me a while to get used to it, but it was kind of an aid to my conversating skills since I was horrible at English. It made me jump out of my comfort zone but, new things usually end in good results, right? That wasn't the case for me.
   Through the years of speaking English, it kind of besmirched Arabic to me. I was learning the complexity of English, learning about adjectives, and predicates, but Arabic became second-hand to me. When I would speak to someone, I would first speak Arabic, and then, if he did not understand me, speak English. Now, I just speak English, and if he doesn't respond, Arabic doesn't even come to mind. and this was very rife.
    I felt like my Arabic lexicon was broken, but it would take acres of work and studying to be able to bring back that part of me. But what was even worse was Arabic went from being basic to being complex in months. I was dropping in my grades, my parents would have a hard time conversating with me and I couldn't communicate the same with my friends. My mother offered to move me down to the lower standard class, but I held up my pride and declined. I regret that decision but, I look back and I am proud of it sometime.
   Arabic is very important to me. It was the language of my people, my nation, my family, and my religion. But whatever I tried, I could not revive that part of me. I felt like a huge portion was missing from me. I was known as the "American" due to my lack of Arabic and having an American passport and the school identifying me as an American. I just had my heart ripped out when I saw it. I try to put these thoughts aside, but it happens really often. When I recite Qur'an, "Reading was good but you have to improve your speech and annunciation".
   I realized now how important Arabic was to me. How a language could change me and I felt like I was forced into a new one. I still try to speak somewhat but to no prevail. I heard a story about a pigeon who was not content with the way he was walking. He wanted to walk like an Eagle, proud and chest forward. So the pigeon tried to walk like the hawk but did not succeed. After a couple of months he forgot how he used to walk, he couldn't go back to it. So he started hoping since it was instinctual.