Bow Ties o’ the Day got in on this morning’s spelling action. Mr. Frandsen was my spelling teacher in 3rd Grade. I can’t remember how I cheated, but my conscience remembers I cheated on a couple of his spelling tests. Never got caught. But I still feel guilty about it. I sharpened up the speller in my brain for my 4th Grade spelling tests. Never misspelled a word all year in Mrs. Knight’s class. My cursive sucked. Amazingly, my words were decipherable to her. 📝
Suzanne Needs To Clean Up Her Pile O’ Not-Ties
Ties o’ the Day do whatever I ask. They know I’d never ask them to do anything dangerous. I, on the other hand, had to climb a rickety ladder to take this photo. But Ties can spell, eh? I taught in an inner-city middle school in Baltimore in the 90’s. One day in class, I walked past a student writing “Ms. Wright is a BICH” on her desk. I calmly added the “T” with my pencil and went on my way. Spelling counts, y’all!