Let it Bee known
On this Tuesday, Nov. 25, 2008, at 12 p.m., I had the following convo:
Megan: I hate you with a firey passion
Me: fiery
Me: hahaha
Megan: thanks spelling police
Me: haha well i DID win the spelling bee in 2nd grade
It’s no secret that I am fucking THRILLED every time I get to correct someone’s grammar and/or spelling. I wait for it. I prowl. I see one misused “your” and I am ALL over that shit like a vulture. It’s part of my charm :)
Contrary to popular belief (meaning I tell everyone and even referenced it on my college applications alongside “Safety Patrol Sergeant” from 5th grade), I did NOT win the 2nd grade Spelling Bee. I KNOW. It was a travesty, but I was shamed into forgoing the title in favor of my equally spelling-proficient classmate. Long after my other classmates were disqualified and focused on their Pogs during our tête-à-tête, she REFUSED to back down. I willed her to misspell “submarine,” but that bitch would not fail. The teacher started to get frustrated, and everyone wanted us to hurry and finish so we could go to lunch. And I was FORCED to take a fall on something as simple as “rendezvous,” which I could spell in my SLEEP. (I don’t remember the exact word, because I must have blocked out the memory. It was too painful).
So there you have it. I actually took 2nd place in the 2nd grade Spelling Bee. I’m going to go cry and take my aggression out on my Pogs.
1 year ago