What spelling bee? Like, THE School Spelling Bee, all in title caps kinda spelling bee???
Yes, he replies nonchalantly, which is the way he replies to most things I find thrilling and awesome.
And then I read the crumpled piece of paper he pulls from the bottom of his backpack that explains how, yes, in fact, there was a competition within each class. Each student got an opportunity to spell words from the list that came home a few weeks ago (also found crumpled at the bottom of his backpack), and 5 students were selected from each class.
He was one of them.
These semi-finalists now have to go on to compete against all the other 3rd grade class representatives, from which only 8 will be selected to move on to the finalist round.
And, holy c-o-w, batman, we couldn't have been more proud!
And then...last night...he lost his sheet of spelling words somewhere between here and his Mommy's place. For the competition -- TODAY. Lost. Just like that.
In my head I'd already strung him upside down by his toenails outside our second-story window. This isn't just any old competition, boy! It's THE BEE, for crissakes!!!! THE BEEEEE!!! What in the world could you be thinking?!?!
But we played it cool, like it was no big deal, and agreed that it was his responsibility, and he now had to be accountable for his actions -- or inaction, as it were. But inside, I was crushed. Just crushed.
All my hopes and dreams for him to become a world-famous speller, to win the Nobel Prize for Spelling, to find the cure for cancer...through spelling, of course...were just gone, all g-o-n-e.
|There he is, front row, second from left, |
no doubt hoping he'll get to spell "vomit" or "flatulence"
So, I came home. And started piddling around the house. Looking up at the clock every few seconds. 8:30 came and went. Surely he would've called if he hadn't made it.
Except for the fact that he's oblivious to things like that and pretty much lets everything roll right off his back.
Except for that. Dammit.
And then the texts* started coming in...and...
So, next week all grades compete against one other. 3rd, 4th, and 5th. And I will gag myself, wear dark shades, and stand outside the door, but, by God, I will be there for this one!
On to the school-wide finals, people...and then...the WORLD!!! Bwahahahahahaha! :)
*Big big big thanks to Rhonda and Antonella, whose little geniuses also made it to the Bee finals, for providing me with play-by-play updates and the photos above as I sat at home biting my nails to the beds.