Each year the Scripps National Spelling Bee is held near Washington DC. As an elementary school student, I remember participating in school level contests. Had I done well in them, I could have been on my way to DC. I wanted to go. I never did.
Today I'm wondering if maybe the stakes just weren't high enough in those early years.
Elliott was running around the house this morning looking for a certificate I had cleaned out of his backpack. His Comfy Toes certificate. I calmed him down and assured him I had it. I thought it was a certificate he had already cashed in.
What do you get to do with a comfy toes certificate, I asked him.
"You get to take your shoes off and just wear your socks for half a day."
What did you do to get it?
"I got my spelling words right."
So there it is. The answer to my spelling woes over the years. Never once did a teacher offer to let me run around with my shoes off for acing my spelling tests. Then again, it would have been a brave teacher who purposefully had me or any of my friends remove our shoes. Come to think of it, I've smelled Elliott's feet - he has a brave teacher himself. Brave, but good.