When I was in first grade, I was chosen for a regional
spelling bee.
I know. You’re impressed.
The spelling bee was to involve a handful of area schools,
and it would be held in our school gym. First through sixth graders were to
compete with each other, and each grade level would be awarded first through
fifth place. It was a big deal.
So how did I make it into such elite company? Honestly, I
don’t really remember. There were three of us from the Arlington first grade
class who made it in: my friend Allison, a girl named Jill, and me. I have a
hazy memory of us being selected by a to-the-death spelling bee in which all of
the thirty-some first graders were pitted against each other. The three of us
happened to be the last three standing, and that’s how we earned our places. Or
so I think.
We each received a little blue spelling book and were
instructed by the principal to get practicing.
Spelling bees were a big deal to him, and he wanted a good showing from his school. The three of us got out of class to practice in the elementary library, and I remember feeling a great sense of accomplishment when I spelled the word “beautiful” correctly on my first try.
Spelling bees were a big deal to him, and he wanted a good showing from his school. The three of us got out of class to practice in the elementary library, and I remember feeling a great sense of accomplishment when I spelled the word “beautiful” correctly on my first try.
I took my blue spelling book home and practiced with my dad.
I’ve never been much for practicing, so I didn’t put as much time into it as I
should have – something that Dad would remind me of later.
The day of the spelling bee came, and Allison and I were
dressed to impress. We hovered around the trophy table, eyeing the gigantic
first prize trophy, each hoping that we’d be able to triumphantly take it home.
Allison and I spelled like champs. We spelled in the
tried-and-true spelling bee form: say the word, spell it, repeat the word. We
were unstoppable. When the spelling bee was over and done, Allison and I did
indeed come out on top. Allison won first place, and I went home with second.
My parents were thrilled for me. “Second place!” they said.
“That’s great!” I, however, was devastated. I hated losing, and I viewed second
place as a losing place. Mom and Dad assured me that second place did not make
me a loser – think of how many people I beat to get that trophy! But I would
have none of it.
Check out that fake smile. |
Despite my sore loser-dom, I wound up in the regional
spelling bee again in second grade. This time, it was held in a neighboring
school. So much for home field advantage. It had been a year since my first
grade defeat, but my heart wasn’t in this spelling bee. I ended up in fifth
place thanks to my ability to spell the word “business.”
That year, our principal retired. With him went the regional
spelling bee. However, Arlington could still send students to spelling bees in
larger towns, so that’s what they did. Allison and I were still the two best
spellers in the glass, so in third grade, we were sent off to larger spelling
bees: Allison went to Watertown, and I was sent to Brookings.
This particular Brookings spelling bee was just for third
graders, and it was held in the library of the newly-built middle school. It
was an evening bee, and we circled our chairs near the large windows – I
remember the backdrop of the night sky being so different than the gymnasium
walls of spelling bees past.
My parents and uncle (who happened to be visiting from
Colorado – and who wouldn’t want to spend part of their vacation at a spelling
bee?) sat and watched the spelling be. It’s not much of a spectator sport, but
when you’ve got an athletically challenged child like yours truly, I suppose you
take what you can get.
I did fairly well in this spelling bee – I was trucking
along and breezing past my rivals… until I was given the word “hew.” Yes, a
very simple word. I knew how to spell “hue,” of course, but I wondered if that
was just too easy. I asked for a definition and was told that “hew” meant to
strike with force, usually in reference to cutting down trees. In my nine
years, I had never heard “hew” used in that way. (It’s now eighteen years
later, and I still never hear the word “hew” – except when I tell this story.) I
took a chance, spelled the word “h-u-e,” and was eliminated.
Despite my hew/hue issues, I was awarded third place. For my
efforts, I was given a blue travel mug that I still use to this day.
That Brookings spelling bee marked the end of my spelling
bee era. Despite my nearly two decade long absence from competitive spelling, I
am still a pretty darn good speller. Just don’t ask me to spell hew.
It's a little faded, but you can sort of see where it used to say "Brookings Register." |
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