I still can't spell anything, but I can bust out two-dollar words.
Sometimes, reading a blog, which I do infrequently, I see that generations of Americans have been wilfully crippled, and can no longer spell or write a sentence.
I made myself memorize how to spell antidisestablishmentarianism in under 3 seconds when I was 6 years old because my sister told me it was the longest word she knew.
I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way.
I write like a two-year-old, and I can't spell.
When I was in kindergarten, it took me like three months to learn how to spell my own name. But that's also not saying much considering I'm a terrible speller.
If she can't spell, why is she a librarian? Librarians should know how to spell.
I like signing books for a living; I do. But you have no idea the panic that sets in. I am not a very good speller. Put me in a stresser situation, and I lose all capacity to recall how to spell the most simple names.
Likewise, there is no evidence that texting teaches people to spell badly: rather, research shows that those kids who text frequently are more likely to be the most literate and the best spellers, because you have to know how to manipulate language.
Like my mother before me, I have always been a good speller.
It took me a while to learn how to spell my own name.
I was fine with numbers, but it took me a longer time to grasp simple things like spellings.
