. . . but that would be a lie.
I’ve never been so terrified of the English language in my life.
And I was not competing.
When I was asked to be the official word caller for a county-wide spelling bee this week, my gut instinct was to run screaming into the cold, snowy night. Though I don’t generally mind public speaking, my head has been so full of home stuff that I worried I couldn’t fit any other stressful event into my panicking brain.
But, you know, it worked out. Load up on caffeine and do that thing, I say!
As a staff member of the local newspaper sponsoring the bee, I felt it was my professional duty to help out. And I like an adventure, a challenge. I said from the get-go that, if nothing else, it would make for a good story.
And here we are. Without…
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