Frejha White Case

Frejha White

Dr. Bagby

AP-1B

28 November, 2011

“Let’s blow this joint” I said to my sister while getting up.

If the wrong person heard me say this they would automatically assume that my sister and I were about to go somewhere and get high. Little would they know, drugs are the furthest thing from our minds. My sister and I have our own way of saying things. If someone outside of our family was to hear one of our conversations they would most likely report it to the authorities. We insult and threaten each other like it’s just a normal thing.

When our entire family is together it is a melting pot of slang, jargon, inside jokes and just language in general. My mom’s side of the family is Cuban and most of them come from New Orleans. So we hear a lot of “Ay dois mio” and “That’s down bad” from that side. My dad’s side is plain country from Macon, GA and Lake Butler, Fl their everyday language consists of “Ya’ll fixna get” and “Yer yonder”.

Talking to my friends is completely different. Our conversations are filled with so much slang and profanity. I’m not a huge fan of “bad words” but from time to time I do use some words that I hope my grandmamma never hears me say. When I receive a text from one of my best friends such as Hobie Altman I look for to that “Hey h@e” because I know that’s how he greets me without meaning anything negative. Sitting side by side in Coach Fowler’s Environmental Science class Hobie and I are at war insulting each other over and over, until one of us runs out of things to say. “Ok, you’re real cool” and “Are you done?” are usually the white flags. Then it’s back to the basics “Did you see Nicki Minaj on the VMA’s last night? She was the bomb.” Or “My daddy came in my room