I still can't spell anything, but I can bust out two-dollar words.
Sometimes, reading a blog, which I do infrequently, I see that generations of Americans have been wilfully crippled, and can no longer spell or write a sentence.
I write like a two-year-old, and I can't spell.
I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way.
I made myself memorize how to spell antidisestablishmentarianism in under 3 seconds when I was 6 years old because my sister told me it was the longest word she knew.
If she can't spell, why is she a librarian? Librarians should know how to spell.
When I was in kindergarten, it took me like three months to learn how to spell my own name. But that's also not saying much considering I'm a terrible speller.
Likewise, there is no evidence that texting teaches people to spell badly: rather, research shows that those kids who text frequently are more likely to be the most literate and the best spellers, because you have to know how to manipulate language.
I like signing books for a living; I do. But you have no idea the panic that sets in. I am not a very good speller. Put me in a stresser situation, and I lose all capacity to recall how to spell the most simple names.
Like my mother before me, I have always been a good speller.
I was fine with numbers, but it took me a longer time to grasp simple things like spellings.
It took me a while to learn how to spell my own name.
