I can’t spell!!!
I’m sure that this statement comes as no shock to you, my dear readers. Even with the help of this lovely thing called Spell-Check, I’m sure that I still end up with numerous spelling errors. I am blissfully unaware of any, however, because unless a word has a squiggly red line under it, I assume I’ve spelt the correct word the proper way.
As soon as I learned the alphabet, I became obsessed with playing the spelling game, much to the exasperation of my folks. The game went something like this: “what does r-q-u-t-k-a-i-e-r-h-j-l-k spell?” Most the time they would simply say “It doesn’t spell anything” but sometime, if they were in the right mood, they’d sound out the letters I’d strung together, which I thought was hysterically funny. Imagine a big, strong, grown man saying riqutierhajelk. Embarrassingly, the only word I ever spelt playing this game started with a p and is a common term for the male reproductive organ. My dad thought the story was very funny and told it to everyone he saw for about a month. I think it was to get me back for laughing at the funny sounds he made while sounding out my “words.”
Another spelling mishap took place when I worked in the Ave Admissions Office. I had to send numerous emails to staff and faculty, alerting them when a prospective student would be visiting. One particular email I sent to a very uptight teacher at the very beginning of his very first semester to let him know that a student changed his plans and would not be able to attend his class. I apologized profusely for the “impotence” (darn auto correct!). Don’t ask me how I managed that one. I never took a class from this particular professor, and I was always wondered why he made no effort to meet me. Guess I'll never know...
My most recent embarrassing error was in a paper I wrote recently for a Diocesan Scripture class. In grand, stately language, understandable to us intellectuals, I described how a sin may appear small and insignificant, but if one persists in corruption, the lifestyle of vice will become a huge, festering organism that seems to have a life of its own and actually controls the sinner’s life, depriving them of their freedom. Except that, instead of organism, I accidentally used a very different word, complete with a very different meaning (sometimes this word is refered to the Big O). Thankfully my teacher is a woman, and her only comment on this particular error was a big circle around the word, with a line drawn through it, the line effectively distinguishing it from the other spelling errors.
After reading this, I’m sure that you’ve come to one of two conclusions: a). Freud IS right, after all, or b). God is trying to keep Cola humble (please note that careless on my part is not an option, as I spell worse and less careless than most people I know).
Ey hoppe u half a goot dey!
As soon as I learned the alphabet, I became obsessed with playing the spelling game, much to the exasperation of my folks. The game went something like this: “what does r-q-u-t-k-a-i-e-r-h-j-l-k spell?” Most the time they would simply say “It doesn’t spell anything” but sometime, if they were in the right mood, they’d sound out the letters I’d strung together, which I thought was hysterically funny. Imagine a big, strong, grown man saying riqutierhajelk. Embarrassingly, the only word I ever spelt playing this game started with a p and is a common term for the male reproductive organ. My dad thought the story was very funny and told it to everyone he saw for about a month. I think it was to get me back for laughing at the funny sounds he made while sounding out my “words.”
Another spelling mishap took place when I worked in the Ave Admissions Office. I had to send numerous emails to staff and faculty, alerting them when a prospective student would be visiting. One particular email I sent to a very uptight teacher at the very beginning of his very first semester to let him know that a student changed his plans and would not be able to attend his class. I apologized profusely for the “impotence” (darn auto correct!). Don’t ask me how I managed that one. I never took a class from this particular professor, and I was always wondered why he made no effort to meet me. Guess I'll never know...
My most recent embarrassing error was in a paper I wrote recently for a Diocesan Scripture class. In grand, stately language, understandable to us intellectuals, I described how a sin may appear small and insignificant, but if one persists in corruption, the lifestyle of vice will become a huge, festering organism that seems to have a life of its own and actually controls the sinner’s life, depriving them of their freedom. Except that, instead of organism, I accidentally used a very different word, complete with a very different meaning (sometimes this word is refered to the Big O). Thankfully my teacher is a woman, and her only comment on this particular error was a big circle around the word, with a line drawn through it, the line effectively distinguishing it from the other spelling errors.
After reading this, I’m sure that you’ve come to one of two conclusions: a). Freud IS right, after all, or b). God is trying to keep Cola humble (please note that careless on my part is not an option, as I spell worse and less careless than most people I know).
Ey hoppe u half a goot dey!
posted by Cola at Tuesday, May 30, 2006
4 Comments:
In your case, I'll go with Freud. Os, Oris. You know what I mean. ;-)
omg! I would love to see the original.
Yes, I know what you mean, Kate! (I think you're right... ah, poor me!)
Havs, If you come visit me (hint, hint) I'll let you read whatever you want!
Hhhmmmmm.... Give me your list of books, and I might make you a very happy girl indeed.
;-)
GSQASU!
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