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Are You a Grammar Genius?

Here lies evidence to the only talent I have. My only claim to fame. And I only took the test once.

You Scored an A

You got 10/10 questions correct.

It's pretty obvious that you don't make basic grammatical errors.
If anything, you're annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs.
As far as people with bad grammar go, you know they're only human.
And it's humanity and its current condition that truly disturb you sometimes.

Comments

Misty said…
Those are grammar errors that always bug me...I got a 10
Unknown said…
I got a 10 too but I don't claim to be grammatically correct all the time.
Rodney Olsen said…
Seems I'm a genius too. 10/10.

Either the quiz is far too easy or those who are registering less than a perfect score aren't willing to tell us about it.
Rochelle said…
Might have something to do with some of us being voracious readers growing up with no TV in the house!
NotJustLaura said…
Bet you were the teacher's pet in school ... [chuckles]

Thanks very much for commenting on my blog - I'm looking forward to the Kay Arthur book myself :)
Melanie said…
Woo Hoo! I got a 10/10 too! Although I'm quite certain that I do not have perfect grammar.

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