Grammar school.
The horror. Humans all over the globe are forcefully shepherded into dreaded buildings reminiscent of their elementary school years. Teachers corral unruly pupils with threats of electroshock, isolation, and starvation or worse, the 10 hour introductory debate-disguised-as-a-lesson between premier grammar academics disputing the usage of the oxford comma. People are literally thrown to the dogs for failing to use "whom" instead of "who". The age of mangled internet language and text shorthands, as well as gog forbid, the dreaded emojis, is over. Books are back. Language is "better than ever." The souls of the more literary-disinclined are burned at the stake. Grammar police patrol the streets, armed with proper prepositional phrases and a glower that could make grown men cry. War rages between the US and UK on the spelling of "defence/defense." Nobody knows what is going on with "gray/grey."
Irregardless Regardless, life goes on.