Four years ago, I hated grammar. Period. End of story. I mean, who really cares about parts of speech? And what is a gerund anyway? I was horrible at using proper grammar. It never made sense to me. That is, until I took a precision language class at Ohio University. Somewhere between Professor Cambridge writing “I wish I were a pony” on the blackboard and learning when to use “who and whom” a light bulb clicked. Before long, my family was calling me to solve grammatical debates and friends were asking me to edit and proof their papers. During my quarter as Copy Chief at Southeast Ohio Magazine, I realized I enjoyed grammar.