The surging popularity of all things related to spelling bees has forced me to revisit a painful episode in my past, when I came in a shameful 16th place in the Philadelphia city-wide spelling bee of 1978.
The annual Bee was sponsored by the Philadelphia Evening Bulletin, which proudly carried the tagline, "Nearly Everyone Reads the Bulletin." But not everyone read the Bulletin, as the newspaper went out of business four years later, leaving nearly everyone to read the Philadelphia Inquirer. This may have been due in part to the fact that they blew a lot of money sponsoring spelling bees for pimple-addled junior high schoolers.
But I digress.
So I was thinking about all of the bee-craziness in our culture today: books and movies such as Akeelah and the Bee, Spellbound, Bee Season, The Secret Life of Bees... oh wait; that one wasn't about spelling bees. And I remembered that I was all about the Bee before anyone ever thought to make a movie or write a book about it.
So I dug this out of the vault:
Some faces have been obscured to protect the innocent. The man on the left, however was the moderator who tripped me up with the word "planxty," so he gets to have his picture posted on my blog.
It was a big day. I washed my hair three times, with Herbal Essence Shampoo (or was it Faberge Organic? Or Earth Born?) and put on Maybelline mascara. I wore a skirt, for God's sake. I wore my fabulous, reversible blue/silver baseball jacket. And since this was a special occasion, I wore it silver side out. And I went on to shame my school, by mispelling planxty [\Planx"ty\, n. [Cf. L. plangere to mourn aloud.] (Mus.) An Irish or Welsh melody for the harp, sometimes of a mournful character.] I have not had occasion to use the word planxty in the 28 years since.
All I got to show for my humiliation that day was a copy of Merriam-Webster's Collegiate® Dictionary, a silly enamel pin with a bee on it, and this photo. I still have all three, although I don't know exactly where that enamel pin is.
Disclaimer: I don't look anything like that anymore
Oh, Ellen, Ellen, Ellen, you couldn't spell it then, and you can't spell it now (last sentence of the third-to-last paragraph).
: o )
But today we'll just chalk it up to a typo.
Posted by: Beth | August 25, 2006 at 11:30 PM
Beth, oh dear. I have fixed the typo. Thank you!
Posted by: Ellen | August 26, 2006 at 12:12 PM
PLANXTY? Holy crap. P.S. You forgot about the Tickle deodorant.
Posted by: Karen | August 26, 2006 at 02:06 PM
Are you telling us that you no longer wear the silver jacket? That saddens me greatly ... excuse me while I play a planxty.
Posted by: Bill | August 26, 2006 at 08:35 PM
Oh - my - God. That is hysterical. I learn somethng new about you every day. And for the record, I had the same hair style as you -- but never would I be seen in a silver, shiny jacket. Not ever.
Posted by: Janine | August 28, 2006 at 08:50 AM
That is the best picture ever. Did they hang a sign around your neck? Did you use Long & Silky after shampooing three times? Incidentally, my work dictionary (admittedly paperback, but a Webster's) doesn't have planxty in it. I'd sue.
Posted by: Lee Anne | August 28, 2006 at 02:36 PM
this must run in the family. (I was in regionals in 8th grade).
At least you got a friggin' dictionary.
Posted by: miye | August 29, 2006 at 12:35 AM
Spelling bees. Sigh. I can so relate though I still haven't had the heart to write about the time I was ROBBED of my chance to go to the National Spelling Bee. I'm still a good speller, though--they can't take that away from me, at least.
Great story, as always, and glad to see you're back posting more again!
Posted by: Alison Rose | September 04, 2006 at 02:36 PM
You should sue.
Posted by: Ignatius Dedd | September 09, 2006 at 04:36 PM