These are just odd little stories from my life.
Speeling
I was a terrible speller
back in school. I can’t remember which grade it was, maybe 7th or 8th, but the
English teacher gave a weekly spelling test. She said she would continue giving
them until everyone in the class had received at least one 100%. I was the
second to last person in the class to get a 100%, and I remember it happened on
my birthday, which is in February, so it took me awhile. The other thing I
remember is that when I took out a sheet of paper and put my name on it, I
wrote “speeling test” on it. (That’s why I put that as this blog title, it’s
not a typo!) The teacher said she wasn’t sure if my 100% should count because
of that, but I think she wanted to stop giving the tests, so nothing more was
said.
The reason I brought this
up, is that my spelling has greatly improved over the years. The best reason I
can think of is my writing. Yes, I do count on the spellchecker to catch
mistakes, but most of the time it seems like I use it for words I don’t know
how to spell. I just get something close, then pick the correct one out of the
spellchecker options. But I was surprised the other day when – for a story – I
spelled aneurysm correctly. (And I just did it again!) Back in high school I’d
probably spell it anyourism. If my high school English teachers could see me
now.
Not doing my calculus
homework.
I can’t remember if it
was in pre-calc, or calc class, but one day I show up and the teacher says
something about checking our homework.
And I had completely forgotten that he had assigned a dozen or so
problems the day before. So I sat there
for twenty or so seconds almost crapping myself because A, I couldn’t believe I
had completely forgotten to do my homework, but also B, we had a homework
grade. I wasn’t in any danger of
failing, but I was a good student who didn’t want the teacher – who was pretty
cool – to think I was a slacker, or whatever.
Well, the way he checked
our homework was to walk around to see what we had done and if we had any
questions. Fortunately, for me, the
first girl said that she had trouble with the last problem. Thinking quick, I turned to a blank page in
my notebook, and copied down problem 12, or whatever. I started working on it, and I got to a part and
got stuck.
So I’m trying a couple
things on this problem a minute or so later when I notice the teacher standing
next to me. I look up and say, “I’m just
trying to figure out this last one.” He nods and moves on to the next student. Sometimes, being known as a good student pays
off.
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