BUT, old-fashion English grammar rules say that you are not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition. In modern times however, such rules aren’t really observed
Fun anecdote time:
When I was in 7th and 8th grade (2008-2010) we had TWO separate hour-long English classes because our school hated us. One was your standard English class (big book, stories and reading comp, etc) and the other was called some stupid shit like “English comprehension” which is just what the fucking other class is guys c’mon. That one was taught from the smaller book (Americans will understand) and was mostly about grammar and proprr writing.
Well, in my 8th grade year our English teacher was a stuck-up 30ish lady who demanded we adhere to the old fashioned, proper rules. I vividly remember her mentioning she came from the same town as the lady who knew Twighlight and knew her growing up a little or something and that gave her authority??
Meanwhile our English comp teacher (mind you this is the class FOR that above mentioned stuff) is taught next door by a sweet old (mid 60s) Texan lady with a thick as fuck southern accent. Her stance on the matter was "if it ain’t written so bad ya can’t understand it then it ain’t written bad 'tal!” (she played up her accent when saying this). She’d teach you the correct way, but so long as your meanig was clear and style matched modern writing shed pass you.
Those 2 teachers regulsrly got into arguments on this subject. Conflicting English grades for many students all year. Much madness and confusion all around.
Texas Lady was my across-street neighbor (literally moved in the year she started teaching my class) and so I got to hear all about it from a direct source and apparently her lazzais-faire attitude enraged the main english teacher but the principal could not give the slightest of fucks
One more quick one: that English comp class is where I got a scar on my hand cuz a girl stabbed me in my palm with a pen. Some kid licked the bandage i had put on.
Fun anecdote time:
When I was in 7th and 8th grade (2008-2010) we had TWO separate hour-long English classes because our school hated us. One was your standard English class (big book, stories and reading comp, etc) and the other was called some stupid shit like “English comprehension” which is just what the fucking other class is guys c’mon. That one was taught from the smaller book (Americans will understand) and was mostly about grammar and proprr writing.
Well, in my 8th grade year our English teacher was a stuck-up 30ish lady who demanded we adhere to the old fashioned, proper rules. I vividly remember her mentioning she came from the same town as the lady who knew Twighlight and knew her growing up a little or something and that gave her authority??
Meanwhile our English comp teacher (mind you this is the class FOR that above mentioned stuff) is taught next door by a sweet old (mid 60s) Texan lady with a thick as fuck southern accent. Her stance on the matter was "if it ain’t written so bad ya can’t understand it then it ain’t written bad 'tal!” (she played up her accent when saying this). She’d teach you the correct way, but so long as your meanig was clear and style matched modern writing shed pass you.
Those 2 teachers regulsrly got into arguments on this subject. Conflicting English grades for many students all year. Much madness and confusion all around.
Texas Lady was my across-street neighbor (literally moved in the year she started teaching my class) and so I got to hear all about it from a direct source and apparently her lazzais-faire attitude enraged the main english teacher but the principal could not give the slightest of fucks
One more quick one: that English comp class is where I got a scar on my hand cuz a girl stabbed me in my palm with a pen. Some kid licked the bandage i had put on.