I am back in North Dakota and installed in my brother’s basement, where I am functioning, at his request, as “more of a resident than a guest.” This means I buy my own toilet paper.
I’ve been back 12 days now, and have not experienced the fearsome Reverse Culture Shock that I was thoroughly prepped for upon my leaving Prague. This is disappointing, as I was planning on blaming this malady for all my eccentric behavior. Now I’ve got no excuse. Perhaps because I didn’t experience any Culture Shock when I got to Prague, I’m left with nothing to reverse.
“Shock” seems to denote “surprise,” and being absent for two years from a place I’ve lived 25 years was not quite enough time for me to forget what the first place was like. Nothing in North Dakota has taken me by surprise, except for the excess of water. 😦
It’s still the quietly friendly place I remember. Unfortunately, all my stuff is still packed away in boxes at my parents’ and I don’t have a job and I’m living in a basement, but none of that was surprising.
While none of those things are bothering me (yet), they do make for some repetitious conversation. I would say 94% of all my conversations since returning home have followed these lines:
Person: Oh! You’re the one who was over there teaching in Czechoslovakia!
Me: Yes! (sort of)
How long were you there?
A couple of years.
Wow! So what are you doing now?
I’m living in my brother’s basement.
Have you got a teaching job lined up for the fall, then?
No, there aren’t many elementary openings in the area, so I’ll just look for a regular-type job here shortly.
Oh, I see. Well, my aunt/cousin/daughter-in-law got on the sub list and she subbed for two/four/sixteen years and she finally got in to the system there! So maybe you could look into that!
Yes, that’s always an option.
Well, I’m sure your parents are real glad to have you back.
I think they are!
*Pause*
*Repeat*
Sort of makes me feel like I need to hurry up and get a job. I do not, however, easily succumb to peer pressure so I think I can remain in the ranks of the unemployed for another month. Blaming it, of course, on reverse culture shock.
What I have done since I’ve been back is to read The Elements of Style by William Strunk, Jr. It is, according the back cover, “the most trusted writer’s guide to American English.” And it has paralyzed me almost to the point of aphasia. If I do manage to pound out a semi-legible thought, I am seized by the compulsory desire to recast it. Because, as Strunk so blithely put it, “The interposed phrase or clause needlessly interrupts the natural order of the main clause. Usually, however, this objection does not hold when the order is interrupted only by a relative clause or by an expression in apposition, etc.”
When I’m not feverishly recasting my sentences so the appositive clauses interpose the antecedent gerunds, I’m worrying about comma placement. I used to think I had a good handle on comma placement. This is not so. Now that Strunk has informed me of this, I am so paranoid about commas that I think I’ll just start using semi-colons instead!
If I could summarize Strunk’s main points, they would be:
1) Commas–Use, ’em.
2) Conciseness–Don’t go on and on about something and use a lot of words or trite phrases to say something that could be said, in short, in a couple of words or well-chosen bullet points. That is to say, more words about something doesn’t actually mean that your reader is going to understand it better. Or, to put it another way, writing a lot of words can actually muddle your meaning, rather than make it clearer. Strunk just hates this sort of thing.
3) Cause–If you’ve got something to write about, then explain it clearly and concretely and be done with it. If you are simply seized with the compunction to blather a bit out of boredom, then go eat a doughnut or something. I feel Strunk would not approve of Dave Barry. (But I do!)
I think length requirements on college papers have created a culture of blatherers. I know I got pretty good at stretching a single idea into a robust paragraph without adding any more actual information. I’m still pretty good at that. (As is evidenced by the entire contents of the RPD Blotter. What is my cause in writing this particular entry? Nuthin’. I’m just putting off revising my resume. Dang reverse culture shock.) I also recall producing some first-class drivel when it was my turn to write the editorial column at the Red & Green, our college newspaper. I didn’t actually have anything to say, but there was this 30-column-inch space reserved for whatever thoughts happened to be bouncing around in the ol’ noggin that week. After reading some recent editorials in other publications, I don’t think I’m the only newspaperperson to have had this problem.
That’s pretty much what I got out of it. That, and a recasting headache.
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As I said earlier, the water in ND has risen to historic levels. The city where I attended university is badly flooded and the city where I am now also flooded, but not as badly. For the first time ever, they had to open the gates of Garrison Dam to let some of the water out of Lake Sacagawea. The extra water coursing down the river channel caused the flooding in the second city. Here’s the water coming out of the dam. I tried posting some Never! Before! Seen! Footage! but I can’t figure out how to upload videos on this site. Just imagine this with more noise.