I pride myself on my ability to spell. In our world of autocorrect and spellcheck, spelling seems to be a lost art form. I never did participate in spelling bees. Standing in front of people still makes me sweat and I would rather sweat running (see “About Meg”). Spelling bees amaze me and while I won’t DVR the Scripps, if I happen to catch it I will watch it. (Spellbound was a great look inside the bee.)
However, there are words that my brain cannot seem to spell correctly.
judgement: why isn’t that “e” supposed to be there?
acceptence: again, I use an unnecessary “e”.
chronical: looks right to me.
impune: huh? you mean it is impugn (im-pug-n)? No wonder spelling is sport (Scripps on ESPN) in America.
I am sure the list is longer, but these came up when I was typing a paper. Sometimes, when I misspell words I question if I am pronouncing the words correctly. Maybe my “accent” is getting in the way. Nah, I am from Ohio. I sound like the people on TV so I must not have an accent. (This is sarcasm. My NYC raised hubby, who seemed to escape with no NYC accent, claims I have one. He even had a line about it in a song. 45s in.)
Thankfully, I live in a world where autocorrect changes my mistakes into words I never wanted and Bill Gates had Microsoft squiggly-underline my spelling errors in bright red. (A word to online learners, those squiggly lines appear when professors open papers. Hit spellcheck.)
I did hit spellcheck and had to resist the urge to change my misspellings.
(I also realized as I wrote this that I may overuse parantheses in my attempt at off-handed humor.)