The Form in My Bag “And if you are interested in going to the spelling bee, make sure to tell your mom or dad so that they can fill out this form!” said my second grade teacher, only five years ago. As I heard those words, my ears perked up. I had gone to the spelling bee last year, and I had actually won fourth place! I got a ribbon and everything. As the day went on, my mind wandered to other things such as, what was for lunch today, and how long until I could go home. By that afternoon, I hardly remembered about the form. Until I my mom picked me up from school. We went about as normal. I got home, ate a snack, and sprawled out on the couch. After some time, the moment I had been dreading arrived. “Time to start your homework!” my mom
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Every day I would finish my homework, and then I would study. This went on for two weeks, until the big day actually arrived. I also got to miss school, which was like the icing on the cake. My mom drove me to the school because we were all meeting to ride there together. We rode on the bus for what seemed like forever, until we finally arrived at the school that was hosting the event. We began walking through long, confusing, well-lit hallways, until we reached a gigantic auditorium filled with students from other schools. I sat and waited until it was time, and they began to separate all the kids by grade. We slowly lined up in lines, and one by one they walked the lines out of a big wooden door. When it was time for second grade, they marched us straight down the hall into a classroom with windows everywhere. They then sat us down in alphabetical order, and introduced the judges. There was one person who called the words, one to time us, one to wrote down everything we said, and one to record us. Finally, they began to call …show more content…
It was my turn. “Spell the word, maize,” called the teacher. “May I have the definition?” I asked, careful to take every hint I could get to spell the word correctly. Once given the meaning, I froze in terror as I realized it was not the same word I had thought it was. I began to spell, “Ma…” I paused to think. This was it. “If it wasn’t spelled ‘maze’, then it would have to be with an ‘I’,” I thought to myself. I continued, “…ize.” I finished the word. Then, the moment I had been waiting for, “Congratulations, you have won the spelling bee.” I quiet, as not to show how happy I really was. They led me out of the room, and straight back into the huge auditorium. Once I had spotted my mom, I rushed over to her as fast as my second grade legs could carry me. “I won, I won!” I said with a huge smile on my face. She told me how proud she was of me, and almost squeezed me to death. At that moment, I felt like I could do
Every day I would finish my homework, and then I would study. This went on for two weeks, until the big day actually arrived. I also got to miss school, which was like the icing on the cake. My mom drove me to the school because we were all meeting to ride there together. We rode on the bus for what seemed like forever, until we finally arrived at the school that was hosting the event. We began walking through long, confusing, well-lit hallways, until we reached a gigantic auditorium filled with students from other schools. I sat and waited until it was time, and they began to separate all the kids by grade. We slowly lined up in lines, and one by one they walked the lines out of a big wooden door. When it was time for second grade, they marched us straight down the hall into a classroom with windows everywhere. They then sat us down in alphabetical order, and introduced the judges. There was one person who called the words, one to time us, one to wrote down everything we said, and one to record us. Finally, they began to call …show more content…
It was my turn. “Spell the word, maize,” called the teacher. “May I have the definition?” I asked, careful to take every hint I could get to spell the word correctly. Once given the meaning, I froze in terror as I realized it was not the same word I had thought it was. I began to spell, “Ma…” I paused to think. This was it. “If it wasn’t spelled ‘maze’, then it would have to be with an ‘I’,” I thought to myself. I continued, “…ize.” I finished the word. Then, the moment I had been waiting for, “Congratulations, you have won the spelling bee.” I quiet, as not to show how happy I really was. They led me out of the room, and straight back into the huge auditorium. Once I had spotted my mom, I rushed over to her as fast as my second grade legs could carry me. “I won, I won!” I said with a huge smile on my face. She told me how proud she was of me, and almost squeezed me to death. At that moment, I felt like I could do