Personal Narrative: My Washingtonian Dialect

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I once heard someone say, “I can hear your Washingtonian accent.” “Me?” I questioned him in disbelief. “Yeah,” he replied. Then with a little more cheek than I should of, I responded with, “no ya don’t!” and walked away. I remember thinking to myself he was the one that was dropping letters out of words when he spoke. Later on, I realized why I had responded the way I did. I had a perception about accents and dialects that I had subconsciously acquired as I grew up. It all began in the year of 1989. I was born to Debra Taylor, a woman who wanted out of the military more than you could ever imagine. She was a woman who, at the age of twenty, would go to the extreme of getting pregnant to get out of the military. This meant that I was born to a single …show more content…

School was an overwhelming place for me as a child. The teacher told my mother many times that I was great at socializing, although, I took too much time cleaning my desk and thus never finish the assignments. The teacher would send me home with simple books to practice reading to my mom. I would bring them home to read to my mom, but my mom never wanted to listen to me read and so I never practiced reading. She later told me that she felt they were “stupid.” To this day, I wonder if she knew the effect she had on my reading development. Under those circumstances, the school and my mom decided it was better to retain me in first grade. Fortunately, the retention made my grandma realize that I needed her guidance in academics at a young age. By the age of eight, my grandma gave me the best gift she could have ever given me. It was a huge red dictionary. On the inside cover she scribed, “….” I would follow her directions every night for a long time. Today, I wonder if it helped me or not. Many times, I would know the word and the definition, but not know how to use the word in a sentence. I was learning the words and definitions out of

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