Where’d you go to high school?

Ah, being lost in translation. I have lived most of my life in the same city, St. Louis, and so, as a Midwesterner, don’t find myself blessed with the cute regional accents of Boston or Savannah, or even Dallas. There are a few little unique things to STL, though, in a way that toasted ravioli and gooey butter cake is unique to us.  Probably the most unique question and the one that newcomers notice first is: “Where’d you go to high school?” (For those of you familiar with this, I went to Parkway South.) This question is almost automatic to any STL native. It’s compulsive.

I have a friend, Ed, who moved here to go to school from Seattle, and he was working a job as a tour guide in the museum under the Arch (which, by the way, is free and really cool). He walking talking about Samual Clements, I think, or someone like that, and someone asked jokingly: “Where’d he go to high school?”  Ed was like, “Does it matter?”

And John Goodman is from St. Louis and went to Affton High School, which makes sense.
And John Goodman is from St. Louis and went to Affton High School, which I can see.

Perhaps needless to say, the crowd cooled to him after that. This reflects the small town nature of this city, and it also stems from something else important to understanding the city: City v. County.

There is St. Louis city and St. Louis county. And the county is actually made up of dozens of small cities, like Affton, Sunset Hills, and Hazelwood.  So those little cities have their own high schools, and their own “flavor,” if you will. Part of the reason we ask about your high school is that we, frankly, stereotype people based on that.  If you told me you went to Ladue, Rockwood, or MICDS, I “know” something about you. (I don’t really, but we stereotype.)  Also, I can see if I knew someone who went to Ladue, Rockwood or MICDS during that time, and we forge a connection.

If someone is from south city and especially south county, they may pronounce words with an “or” like it’s “aa.”  For example, Corn:Caarn.  Four:Faar. This is not completely confined to the south side, but it tends to be like that. Also, the more “aa” your “a’s” are, the more hoosier you are.  Which brings us to the next point:

In St. Louis,  hoosier, or hoozsh for short, doesn’t mean what it does in Indiana. Here, a hoosier is sort of like a hick, but more educated.  Sort of like just white trash, but a little less mean, if you will.

Inside Sahara’s Studio

This prompt is good – questions.  It may be flagrant self-obsession, but I think it’s interesting and I’ll try to make it enjoyable for readers.

  1. What is your favorite word?

I love words and I love to play with them, so I don’t really have any particular favorite. Perhaps the word “Yes” to certain questions such as “Am I going to Spain?” Yes.  “Will I be in Jamaica for two weeks?” Yes. “May I have a Bloody Mary?” Yes. “Will you publish my research?” Yes.  “A raise?” Yes. “Go kayaking or stand up paddleboarding?” Yes.

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Express yourself to respect yourself (TM Madonna)

Okay, so the response to this prompt about not being able to verbally express yourself is kind of a gimme.

After my car accident and the coma, I had word finding problems, which is common for head injury.  That didn’t make it more manageable at the time. It took me sooo long to get a sentence out, because I was trying to remember what I wanted to say!  I felt so awkward with my friends because I felt so damaged and inadequate.  My friend Darren from rehab was such a blessing for me during that time, ’cause we both spoke slowly, so I didn’t feel inadequate around him. I also remember the frustration I felt at not being able to communicate with others, and fearing that I wouldn’t get better; that I’d be trapped inside myself.

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What do prithee and probably have in common?

Language is a beautiful and living bridge back in time. As one who enjoys a Renaissance fair, I’ve studied Elizabethan speech in effort to get more into character.  I’m not very good at it, but I still love it. During the renaissance period, verbal communication was the main form of entertainment available to people.

“Prithee wait until I fetch it to you anon.” (Wait a sec.)

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