Apostrophes: pesky little critters

Autocorrect has gotten too confident in its abilities, and I do not like it one bit. Its greatest crime? When it changes my “its” to “it’s” or “were” to “we’re.” Sure, I can’t expect my phone to read my mind and know which one I’m trying to use, so I’ll
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Grammar, I choose you

When I was a kid, I, like many other unfortunate youths in America, lost my soul to Pokemon. I spent countless hours playing my Game Boy Advance, swindled my friends out of their holographic Pokemon cards and meticulously read guide books for whatever game I was playing at the time.
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For the sake of continuity

I love tutoring statistics at the Student Learning Center, but it admittedly gets frustrating sometimes. And no, I’m not talking about the inevitable frustration that builds when students simply don’t understand concepts or ask for the same clarification seven times in a row. (Though I do sometimes like to believe
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Beyond fault

It is with some restlessness that I write this post, which almost certainly will be my last on Strikeout. Over my nine semesters with The Daily Californian, this blog has been principal and peripheral, a source of revelry and a source of regret (unfortunately, my favorite posts predate the current
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The dry, the desolate and the delicious

A few weeks ago, I attended a beauty pageant hosted by student organizations. The contestants were asked to name three things they would bring if they were stranded on a desert island. Simple, right? The responses were witty and entertaining. More importantly, I was pleasantly surprised that the contestants understood
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Meeting in the middle

It’s usually best to avoid extremes. Simply and bluntly stated, there are people who couldn’t possibly care less about grammar. There are also people who care an incredible amount and look down on those who don’t. So which group constitutes the lesser of two evils? I’ll give you a hint.
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Indie words

My visit home a few weekends ago took a slightly weird turn when, out of nowhere, my mom mentioned my recent Facebook profile picture, commenting, “Sahil, you’re looking so metro.” I paused. I pondered. I was confused. In modern vernacular, “metro” refers to “metrosexual,” of course. A metrosexual male cares
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The ‘literal’ truth

Stopping by Avant Card to pick up a birthday card on my way home one day, I saw a card that read, “Misuse of ‘literally’ makes me figuratively insane.” I could not believe I had found a card that described my feelings toward the absurdity of modern vernacular so perfectly. Ever
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Contrived contrition

I’ve never been good at apologies. Especially when an apology implies a fault or mistake of mine in a subject I hold dear to my heart, it is by far more appealing to me to simply condemn my vocal cords to eternal disuse rather than eke out the pitiful phrase,
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When scholarship is like Pearl Harbor

Writing a thesis entails a quantity of research approaching the obscene. One must spend innumerable hours in the library and searching scholarly databases to find relevant sources and determine from those which are seminal. I fear for the research of one of my classmates — and not because she’s behind
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