I remember when I was in middle school my uncle bringing in documents for me to take a look at or asking me to draft a letter for him or review the business documents he had prepared. Deep down, I would wonder why does this man trust me in producing eloquent letters. How could he trust me in reviewing the letters he has drafted for correctness?
I would give in to his requests and draft and review letters with much care and sincerely putting my limited vocabulary to use. Grammar classes were always boot camps to me. Miss Vimala; with all due respect to her believed in using negativity to correct kids. Her sarcastic and insulting remarks were a nightmare. I would wish I could just vanish into thin air a.l.a the genie of Aladdin. Why not? I still remember how she made fun of me when I uttered the antonym of noble as unnoble :(
I would do my best in her class and in tests/exams so as not to invite her wrath. Thus began my role as editor and drafter. It would mean calls from folks asking me for spelling, meaning and such others. I remember a funny incident when my uncle's secretary prepared a quotation for him and the quote was Thirty thousand and seventy tree. She was not fired. Anyway, my husband seeks my review help, few of my friends do it. At work, when my colleagues prepared their SOPs for applying to foreign universities, I doubled up as their reviewer.
It is not easy without knowing what the content is about. It isn't just correcting grammatical mistakes. Feels a sense of responsibility and at the same time, feels funny. How do they trust me? :-P
Last week, I had to review another SOP and just finished reviewing and correcting a presentation material a friend will be presenting to Brunei Commerce Ministry. Now to think of how Miss Vimala treated me; I can forgive her :-)
Do I see a job in the pipeline?