Spelling trauma
by , 10-09-2008 at 11:26 PM (2710 Views)
I grew up believing that I could not spell. I couldn’t, but I believed that it was beyond me. I was certain that I would never be able to spell. This was way back in the ‘olden’ days when there were no PCs and spell check didn’t even happen on the Enterprise. I never had a pen pal, I never wrote to friends, I made terrible grades, I would spend forever looking things up in the dictionary… It was always an issue. It was also hard on my self esteem. I took a remedial class and found myself so nervous about it that my spelling worsened. I started spelling mebay instead of maybe and things like that.
It is still a problem for me. Not spelling so much as the anxiety of it. My spelling has greatly improved with college and with use. But, I have the spell check to help me. If I didn’t I would spend hours and hours looking words up. I use the computer dictionary several times when I type anything as it is. When the kids have a spelling test I always have to check their practice test with the word list no matter how simple the words are. I second guess myself all the time.
I have this list of words that I always have to stop and think about and usually just look up with the computer dictionary to be safe. Quiet, Quite, Pen, Pin, Since, and Sense are looked up every time I type them with the exception of this time. I have these little things about each word that I use to remind myself, but I still worry. It’s one thing to get a really hard word wrong, but another to screw up pin.
One of my assignments this semester is to do a 30 hour practicum in the public school. Today was my first day and I observed in a first grade classroom. The teacher is such a nice lady and the daughter of one of my college English professors. She’s a very nice lady. A couple of the kids were really misbehaving and were to write sentences in the office during recess. She asked me to take them to the office, write “I will be quiet in class.” on the top of a paper, copy the paper, and have the boys write that sentence over and over during recess.
I choked! I got so freaked out over quiet and I felt so much pressure that I couldn’t slow myself down to think and just froze. I’m so embarrassed. She asked what was wrong and I had to ask about the spelling. I’m mortified.




