I’m currently reading “Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl” and everyone, I mean everyone from around the world, has heard and read about it. This book shows the experiences of Anne and the people with her in the place they’ve hidden for two years during the World War II. I still haven’t finished it but I’ve been enjoying a lot with each turn of a page.

Anne’s way of writing and her moving grammar wondered me why people don’t talk this way anymore. You don’t find much people nowadays really caring about their grammar and they put in absurd expressions between words of sentences they make.

It saddens me how others cannot spell the simplest English word and they don’t have the slightest intention to correct it. What saddens me more is that children aren’t properly educated and in fact, people my age are still learning basic addition.

I may not know and have the highest standards of English grammar and vocabulary but I have good knowledge with it. English was my first language when I was born and I have to admit, I don’t have the accent everyone knows on people who speak it but I do know how to speak straightly and properly.

Then I remembered the episode on “Girl of the Playboy Mansion (formerly Girls Next Door) “ where they are to attend a Renaissance Festival and Hollie, Kendra, and Bridget had to take Renaissance language lessons (and yes, William Shakespeare lives during this time) before they could go.

[With the way Anne starts writing in her diary (Dear Kitty) and the formal English during Renaissance period, maybe I could try it with the following text below.]

Dear Poo,

The word (or phrase) that I could remember clearly in the episode was sausage wallet meaning whore. Pardon me for my language, but that was the only word I could recall for Kendra (she is my favorite in the show) kept repeating it and it got stuck in my head.

The Renaissance word for the English word shit is shan. I’m terribly not so sure with that but all I know it’s a one syllable word that starts with –sha/shu + a letter.

If I would continue speaking and writing this formal way, I might reach my dream of being intelligent! Oh how ironic that is going to be, Poo, don’t you agree?

Look at the time! I have to make a quick look in “Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl” and off to sleep. Happy dreams, Poo!