Journal 2

I just really enjoy the structure on page 2. My structure will not be from tonight's reading, I hope that's okay.

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Dialect - dialect - etc

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(i'll throw in one more dialogue bit somewhere in there so it isn't so much narration, if that's alright.

Rules:

1. Throw away the 'g' in 'ing' words

2. 'Th' replaced with 'F' (or 't')

3. 'Od' will be 'awd'

4. Drop the 'r' at the end of words

5. 'Word' type words will be Wohds

6. 'Out' = Owt

7. some contractions may be changed a bit

     Mrs. Fanybotum looked around at her classroom. It was filled, seemingly to the brim, with kids of all types. A couple kids with glasses, pocket protectors, well-organized binders and plenty of room in their cargo pants for various odd things. There were the pretty girls, each with their own accessory that must've been in fashion at the time (as fashionable as kindergarteners could get). She noticed one in particular, the kid that always gave her a hard time, Billy Bringleburg. A poor boy with the biggest mouth you could ever come across. He was the reason she drank after work. Somehow, through all the constant chatter before the bell, she could always hear Billy distinctly, always cutting through the crowd.

    "So I was like, hey chap, get owtta heya, - Downtcha just lawve my new shoews? - Billy! Gimme back my pencils! - My parents grownded me cawse - MAKE ME - Youh a tuhd - Oh wheredja heya that one? - I was wiff my fath - Youh gonna hawve to cawtch me! - Billy please gimme back my pencils!" DING DING DING DING

     Class started. With a reluctant sigh, Mrs Fanybotum got up from her comfy chair and stood punctually in front of her rambunctious class. With a stern voice anyone can get the attention of the students in Great Britain. Although their clatter is like nails on a chalkboard, they mind pretty well with some authority. Like the sudden urge to sneeze, Mrs Fanybotum remembered the lesson she was teaching today: addition and subtraction. This unit, in kindergarten, is like teaching a dog to shake. She must bribe them with a reward, and after a few practices they'll get it. 

     As she began on the lecture, Billy's hand shot up into the air.

     "Yes, Billy?"

     "I was wonderin' why da cross is used fo' addin'."

     Knowing very well that this was a stupid question, Mrs Fanybotum knew exactly how to handle the situation. Billy has asked many questions like this one before. With a condescending confidence she corrected him and carried on with her lecture. A few minutes later Billy's hand was back up. Like one of those punching bags that one could hit and it'd spring back up, Billy's hand was back up to take another blow.

     "...Yes, Billy?"

     "Why is a dash used fo' subtractin'?"

     Another lame question, but this time she got to thinking about it. Why was it? Why a cross-like shape? What use are they? She quickly dismissed his question and moved on, those questions burning a hole in the back of her mind.

     Later that night she decided to ask her husband. "Honey, why would a dawsh be used fo' subtracting, while a cross-like symbowl is used fo' adding? What pawssible puhpose could it hawve?" He didn't know either.

So I think this works? <:T