Literally laughing out loud

Communication via text has undoubtedly changed the ways in which we interact in the last few decades, as is constantly pointed out in think pieces and scathing treatises on how Millennials will be the death of the English language.
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Talking with robots

Curious about how these bots could actually improve my life, I started conversations with the five bots on my menu screen. I hoped for actual conversation to flow, but the bots’ language was stilted, even though their grammar itself was perfect.
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I was in the spelling bee, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt

I know how to spell “dysfunctional.” Yes, it’s D-Y-S, not D-I-S. I’ve known this for almost half of my life, but when it mattered, I didn’t. When it mattered was when I was a fifth grader in the county spelling bee: I went with my intuition and spelled it D-I-S. But my surprise when I learned the correct spelling was such that it has stuck in my mind ever since.
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The Cummings and goings of punctuation

When I turned 13, my sister decided it was time to introduce me to the wonder that is E.E. Cummings through a collection of his most famous poems. Before I knew it, I started falling in love with his writing, one misplaced parenthesis at a time. But, as most loves tend to do, this newfound passion led me to question something I had believed in for most of my life: the all-encompassing importance of correct punctuation.
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How Webkinz made me a better writer

Realizing that writing was my mother’s soft spot, I turned my little persuasive essays into a tradition. I wrote about why she should take me to see “Shrek 2” in theaters, why we should have breakfast for dinner and why my sister and I should not be forced to visit obscure family friends. And it worked — on the condition that I sat down and watched my mother edit the papers each time.
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He is her ‘question mark’

In a world so consumed by the need to label every detail of our lives, perhaps we get too caught up in the intricacies of using the overwhelming plethora of words at our disposal to describe our romantic and sexual endeavors. We would be better off describing them in terms of a simplified set of punctuation marks.
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Recognizing major distress

Now, I’m so disinterested in reading that my distracted ears can hear one of my housemates sneeze from across the house through four closed doors, and I’ll convince myself that it is completely necessary to get up and bless them. I will go to the kitchen to refill my water bottle after every sip because it must be absolutely full.
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Word counting my way into monotony

The word count — the single most aggravating aspect of essay-writing that always seems to plague me at the end of writing a paper. For many people, reaching the minimum word limit is a task as futile as waking up for an 8 a.m. class past the first semester of freshman year. Conversely, I usually find myself in the generally smaller camp of unfortunately verbose individuals who struggle with the antithetical predicament of being significantly over the word limit.
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Copy editing into the future

Manually edited pieces are colorful compositions of ink and pen, a working conversation between editor and editee. Corrections and suggestions function in a more visceral way when physically present on the page.
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