By Coco Jane
Ms. Ludding announced the spelling contest rules: “No groaning if your teammate misspells; no cheering an opponent’s misspelling.”
Oh no. I’m THE worst speller EVER. Why can’t this be an elimination contest? Then I could fail once and disappear. Ms. Ludding, don’t you see my teammates grimacing? They hate me already.
Whenever my turn came, the other teams grinned and mine eye-rolled. Loser—I can’t get one thing right. More hate.
Here we go again.
“Capable.”
I guessed: “(kay?) C, a, (puh?) p, a, (bul?) b, l, e? Capable?”
“Correct!” Ms. Ludding beamed.
The whole darn class applauded.
Best. Day. Ever.
I was a teacher for 32 years and I’m still learning to spell. It’s a work in progress. I enjoyed reading this.
Thanks, Derek. Something like this happened in my classroom about 30 years ago.
I fort it wuz a brillyant storey.
I second that.
LOL!! ?
Nice tale. It reminds me of me 65 years ago, and, yesterday. But, as the saying goes – even a broken clock is right twice a day. I haven’t been as lucky as the clock, however I have spelled correctly once in a while.