The summer of  July 4, 2011. My Family and I always had a different tongue. The school went to I had a wonderful english Language arts teacher. She taught us how speaking correctly reflected on our education, and we studied big words and their meanings. The correct way to use terms that have been interpreted wrongly by people that was around us. I would always think that my education was higher in my family. I could never understand why they would talk uneducated  in public. In school peers around me talk uneducated and it always frustrated me since we learned the same things at the same time.

July 4, 2011 was a fun day until me and my mom met up with my family. We all met at Red lobster for lunch. Everyone walked into the red lobster and when we were finally seated the waiter came up to us and asked “Drinks?” My aunt said “Do yall got orange?”  I could feel the eyes staring at us, it seemed like I was the only one at the table that realized what she said. I was sure the people around us did. When he asked me I said “I would like a sprite please” The waiter left. My cousins and my aunts mocked me repeating to what I said the waiter. The mocking set something off in me. I felt like I had to talk like them to really fit in. The waiter returned and took the orders. I noticed my uncle ask the waiter “Can I get some melted butter with dat” I sat there and wondered why he didn't pronounce the (TH). The frustration built inside me. I look at my whole family as ignorant.

The rest of the dinner was embarrassing they were the loudest people  in our little section.

Another event was at a family reunion Everyone came from all over the country to come to the family reunion. Once everyone got to the reunion I started to realize everyone spoke different depending on where they were in the country. I also realized even if they lived far away most of them still talked the same.  

Everyone in my family was born in philadelphia so ideally they were all taught how to speak the same way. When they moved they started talking differently. For example  both of my aunts got up to talk but they had different accents yet they were born in the same house. Had the same parents and lived with each other for 21 years the only difference is one of them moved down south. So how is it that they have different accents yet they were born and raised at the same place and time?   

I noticed in my family the way you speak reflects on what you wear. Its when you talk educated you dress more properly. When you talk normal you dress casual. When you talk uneducated you dress like you need to stay in the house. I noticed when people have different types of clothes on they reflect what their wearing.  

In time as generations go on and education is distributed more, people are leaning on talking like one another.

In my beliefs there is a reason why people all talk differently. People normally don't think Religion and how it contribute in the different languages and different speech patterns  

For  our second benchmark mark we are studying languages within ourselves. I choose to write about the code switching I do between my friend, family,and to older people.

Language is how you speak. Everyone has a different way of speaking.When I’m with my friends I may come off as sarcastic or as if I do not care. When I really take a sad story and turn it into something I can cope with. But not every story me and my friends talk about that way is sad. When a person asks a question they already know the answer to we speak sarcastic. For example if you ask how many fingers a normal person has you should already know the answer. I look at my friend they will look at me and then we would start smiling. Next comes our sarcasm. We might respond with something such as “15” or to really laugh we might say “non, we do not know what a finger is.”

I thought that writing about this could help me really understand why I do it. I guess that if people knew what I do then they might stop acting dumb. Well those who read this. What does sracman mean to me? I think of it as a way to insult idiots without them realizing it. Am I a mean person for it? Well I don’t think so. I’m sarcastic 75% of the time, but that doesn’t mean that i’m never serious.

There was this time when abounce of my friends and I was sitting around a table. Of course there when outsiders there but when do they ever matter? We were talking about this youtube video about this girl who was dancing on a locker and she fell off.  We watched the video over and over again because it was funny. A Bi-standard walked by and was like omg did she just fall? We laughed again but this time not at the video at the dummy with a stupid question. I replied no she did it because she wanted to. She bumped her head because she thought she could become smarter. Everybody laughed. The dummy with a dumb question felt stupid. My goal is complete.  

Is what i’m doing a nice thing? Can people benefit from how I speak to them? Probably not, but the big question is ask me if I care. It’s not my fault that I think sometimes before I talk unlike most of the students that goes to my school. Asking question you know the answer to will get you nowhere. It’s like asking your mother how many siblings you have, when you live with all of them everyday. Or asking how many numbers is in the alphabet when you use a computer to make a living.

There are times where people ask question they know the answer to and you can not reply sarcastic. You must look at them differently and or begin to laugh.

Here’s a time when my sister said something that almost made me want to homeschool her my self. My father was mins away from getting a foot operation. He was telling us about the other operations he has overcome. One of them was when he had gotten his appendix removed. After he said it my younger sister turned around and replies “You have no kidney?”

What can you say to a question as such. Nothing you sit there and crack up laughing. You laugh until your “Kidney” falls out.