Thursday, April 27, 2006

the other one

(thanks for asking, beans...)

When my brother was in 6th grade, he was in the spelling bee. He didn't want to be in the spelling bee, but somehow he was forced to participate (threat of a mark on a permanant record? Maybe.).

The middle school spelling bee was held in the high school auditorium, and the kids had all been given matching 'I'm-in-the-spelling-bee-but-all-I-got-was-this-stupid-tee-shirt' shirts to wear for their big day. James (then called Jayme) showed up on the stage wearing his shirt...with the sleeves ripped off. He was given a replacement shirt and a strict warning, to which he replied that he didn't want to be there anyway, remember?

First round. Jayme Noonan is called.

Your word is terrific.

A flicker of genius crossed his face as he debated for a millisecond whether or not he should follow through with his initial reaction.

He did.

"T double E double R double I double F double I double C-C-C."

13 comments:

Geo said...

Your brother is terrific!

cabesh said...

That's some brother!

Tara said...

Charlotte's Web rocks!!! That's awesome. I was a spelling bee nerd. The two times I was in the all-school one I lost both times to the same kid. I still remember his arms raised in triumph...grrrrrr. ;-)

La Yen said...

I lost the school qualification spelling bee because Phoebe Ho mispelled "emcee" and ran off crying, so they gave her a second chance. That's right, Mrs. Knight rewarded the crying Ho.

AzĂșcar said...

I was out the first round of the 4th grade spelling bee. I was so ashamed. It's hard for me to conjure letters and numbers in my head, I can only spell something by writing it down. (But I am an awesome speller.)

It wasn't until watching Spellbound that I found out that you can actually have a paper and pen to write down your word and then spell it. WHAT?

That's not fair. I could have made it to the national bee. I've always been sad about the bee, and now I'm just BITTER.

Overachiever, anyone? First born? Any of this ringing a bell?

Tori :) said...

I never made it to the school spelling bee. I was runner up in my 5th grade class. So, I helped the winner train for the school bee. She won and went on to the city. I was one of those who didn't want to be in the "dumb spelling bee" so I guess I should be thankful that I didn't win the class round.
Underachiever, anyone? Warped 2nd child? Any of this ringing a bell? ;)

Lyle said...

My experience with spelling bees is limited to the fact that it was my idea to have a class pizza party if our class champion won the school spelling bee. He won. And the pizza was promptly delivered. That was a congradulatory day for both of us.

beans said...

uh, lyle... it's congraTulatory.

beans again said...

i have a funny spelling story. not a spelling bee story. there's nothing funny about taking 2nd place every year from 4th grade to 7th grade. who did i lose to every year??? who else but my pseudo step brother, jeffrey.

~j. said...

uh, beans... it's TO whoM did i lose.

beans said...

hey, grammar grammarson! do you want to know the story of not?

~j. said...

What story of not?

tee hee.

I thought your story was the one about Jeff...no, wait, you said it wasn't about a bee, just spelling.

Yes, please, I'd like to hear it.

Or read it.

the story you've been dying for said...

so as you know, i'm a massage student graduating in july. well, part of our graduation requirements are to massage clients that come into our student clinic. well...

...this week i had a client. a 22 year old male that had never experienced massage before. as i was explaining the routine i told him to get undressed to his comfort level which meant, if he so desired, he could keep his undergarments on; it was a common thing to do.

we went throught the routine and i noticed that he in fact, removed his undergarments. i thought, "wow, that's odd". i continued with the massage and left the room...

...so at the end of clinic, the client is to fill out an evaluation form. on the form there's a space that says, "please offer one recommendation to this student". his was "DIFFERENT MUSIL". i was flustered thinking of what muscle group wasn't addressed... i couldn't figure it out.

that's when my jaw dropped. i flipped out calling this guy a pervert because he wanted me to massage a "DIFFERENT MUSIL" and was even more appalled that he couldn't spell muscle.

then my teacher read the evaluation and saw that it read "DIFFERENT MUSIC".

so he can spell and i can't read.