Leaving a comment on Santa's blog made me remember something.
I am a really horrific speller.
What makes this more embarassing is that I actually won the sixth grade spelling bee, after an ignominous defeat my fifth grade year by a redheaded kid who could spell "congregation" when I couldn't spell "utensil"--I think.
That picture was in the paper--me as runner-up, him as champion, his name terribly misprinted.
Six years later, we started dating.
I hope someday he shows his kids that picture and says "Six years later, she was my girlfriend, and what a hottie, too." He'll be married to someone else by then, so it'll be okay for the kids to know he pulled some hot chicks in college.
Improving my spelling skills is not high on the list. I figure anything truly important is done with spell check these days and if I'm handwriting something, it's probably urgent enough to excuse any misspellings.
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This past summer, someone in a writing workshop I was in took the time to diagram the sentences in the first paragraph of my story and circle every instance of possessive vs. non possessive "its."
Those possessive "its" came back to haunt me in a workshop last semester.
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