The RFT tweeted for interest in a newspaper-sponsored, drunken spelling bee. OH MY GOD. Really? Really??? For serious, guys, because I was BORN to do this.
I’ve only participated in one spelling bee before and I won it. Second grade, Ms. Marx’s classroom. The word was “appear.” I was the last kid to get a chance to spell it and I’d changed the spelling at least five times in my head. While JP Lewis attempted the word, it occurred to me: there are two P’s in “appear!”
Call it an intellectual revelation. My prize was either a dinky plastic Cardinals helmet (yawn, plus I already had one from a giveaway at the stadium) or a Babysitter’s Club book. I chose the book. I think it was the one where Stacey finds out she has diabetes. Literally speaking, it was the equivalent of a “very special episode” of Full House.
Update: Now the RFT has tweeted thanks for the interest in the spelling bee, and that they’d like to make it happen. Hooray! Finally, a worthwhile skill to put on my resumé!
I can’t remember when I last told you this, but there’s loads more new fiction here.