I'm going to have to get myself a David Tidmarsh poster.
The 2004 National Spelling was so intense. I watched it all yesterday and today. If there's one thing that I would want my kid to participate in besides ice hockey, it would be to participate in the National Spelling Bee.
I must explain why the Bee is very exciting. First off, I'm a horrible speller. I'm very glad blogger comes with a spell check, these kids and spell check really impress me. Second, half of the words that are tested I never knew existed (some of them aren't even in dictionary.com, gasp!). These kids are superhumen for studying so freaking much. To me it's the same amazement I get from seeing Chinese gymnasts fit in vases that I can hold in my hand.
Between all the greek roots, definitions, and please repeat the word, please repeat the word, please repeat the word, each year this event reminds how complicated and strategic this sport is. I'm also very glad that they have adapted a 90 second shot clock for kids. This is much better than last year where I would leave for class and come back with the same kid still asking, "may you please repeat the word?"
I also love the pressure, these kids have balls. National TV, months of preparation at stake, 250 competitors that want to bite you, and the chance of quick elimination must be psychologically unhealthy for some of those ten year olds. And talk about the grand prize! $12,000?? If only kids knew about trust funds and google. Kids don't know what to do with that money! So that pressure from the parents must be there too. I'd give them a gameboy if they won or $12,000 worth of ice cream, that makes more sense.
The Spelling Bee is heavy stuff, I was about to cry with some of those kids when they misspelled words. I wanted to cry even more when I saw the kids returning to angry parents. I kid, I think all the parents were very supportive.
So if you start hearing me use sophrosyne and lagniappe in my vocabulary, it's only because I want to apply what I have learned from these past two days.
I'm inspired by their blood, sweat, and tears. I hope to become a better speller. That is my velleity.