I've only been in the texting crowd about a year. I'm still pathetically slow compared to the nimble fingers of the teenagers around me. I'm comic relief for them. "Mom, would you like me to do it for you?" My daughter jokes.
Yes, as a matter of fact, that would be lovely. My kids act as my texting secretary when I'm driving. The 9 year old (who does not have a phone yet) loves it. The 15 year old, not so much.
But anyhow, back to my point. I've read countless articles recently about how the informality of texting/email/instant messaging has ruined students' ability to write anything resembling proper English. Their spelling sucks and their grammar is shoddy at best.
I'm not going to argue against the experts here. But I do have to say texting has made ME a better writer.
For example, when I woke up Thursday morning and found my modem was fried, I called tech support. I had just navigated their voice-prompt system (hate it! They never know what I'm saying and if I yell or over-enunciate, the system pretends it didn't understand me. Grrr) and managed to get a real person on the line. YAY.
She asked for my account number. I asked if it was my phone number. She said no, it would be my DSL number and it would be printed on a bill. Our bills are buried in a box in the spare closet in my daughter's room. Was I going to go barging in there at 6 a.m. to rifle through a box? Uh, no. I asked if she could look it up another way.
I spelled my name for her. V-i-c-k-i-R-o-c-h-o. She replies V-i-c-k-y-R-o-c-h-o. No. I say. Vicki with with two i's. She says V-i-i-c-k-y? I said NO, V-I-C-K-I. She finally got it. She pulled up my account number and read it off to me (telling me in a condescending voice that I might want to write it down). She read off my phone number.
"That's my phone number," I tell her. "The number I gave you."
She repeated a number to me, with digits transposed. I didn't fight with her...just wanted my modem fixed. She had me unplug it and do this and that and then pronounced it dead.
All of this took about 20 minutes. I thought it best to alert hubbers to the lack of internet capability in our house. Now, if I had sent him an email he would have got a replay like you just did above. But texting? No way I'm going to type all that out on a keyboard the size of a credit card. Texting forces me to be succinct:
Modem crapped out overnight. Will get new one at lunch.
See? Texting has definitely made me a better writer! How about you?
(modem may or may not still be out. Typing this post over my lunch hour just in case I'm without for a few days)