Punked on a Spelling Test − 1 April, 1979
The first time I can remember getting really pissed off was over a spelling test.
It was in the Spring of my first grade year at Saint Joseph Catholic School. That morning we were having a spelling test. The teacher (Ms Robinson replaced Sister Reynilda) recited a list of words, which we had to write down on our Big Chief tablets.
When we were finished, we passed our papers to the person behind us to be graded. The teacher then spelled each word and we graded each other's papers.
Grading my paper was Darren Sanders (I'll never forget that little shit's name). As we were grading the papers, he repeatedly called attention to himself by asking the teacher over to look at my spelling. He claimed he couldn't make out the letters I had written.
So, several times Ms Robinson came over to check my work. She'd look at it, say, "Well, that's not a letter. Mark it as incorrect." This always put a big smile on Darren's smug face. Asshole.
Each time I would go look, as well. The little bastard was obfuscating my spelling just so he could mark them wrong!
I was pissed off. Truly and utterly pissed off. How dare this butt-munch punk me on a spelling test in a CATHOLIC school?!
And did I ever receive justice? No. I barely got a passing grade on that test. I made sure I never sat anywhere near that dishonest brat again.
This event may be why I'm so anal about spelling and grammar.
It was in the Spring of my first grade year at Saint Joseph Catholic School. That morning we were having a spelling test. The teacher (Ms Robinson replaced Sister Reynilda) recited a list of words, which we had to write down on our Big Chief tablets.
When we were finished, we passed our papers to the person behind us to be graded. The teacher then spelled each word and we graded each other's papers.
Grading my paper was Darren Sanders (I'll never forget that little shit's name). As we were grading the papers, he repeatedly called attention to himself by asking the teacher over to look at my spelling. He claimed he couldn't make out the letters I had written.
So, several times Ms Robinson came over to check my work. She'd look at it, say, "Well, that's not a letter. Mark it as incorrect." This always put a big smile on Darren's smug face. Asshole.
Each time I would go look, as well. The little bastard was obfuscating my spelling just so he could mark them wrong!
I was pissed off. Truly and utterly pissed off. How dare this butt-munch punk me on a spelling test in a CATHOLIC school?!
And did I ever receive justice? No. I barely got a passing grade on that test. I made sure I never sat anywhere near that dishonest brat again.
This event may be why I'm so anal about spelling and grammar.
Comments:
edunn (July 7, 2007. 06:06am)
I wonder what happened to Darren?
intrepideddie (July 7, 2007. 06:14am)
Oh, I imagine he's a Senator or Congressman by now. Weasel.