You’ll get your comics in a bit, nerdlies.
This is a story about spelling bees. Story about good, story about bad.
In 8th grade I got out in on ‘camouflage’ but I didn’t feel so bad because the 7th graders got the word list but we didn’t but I was still a threat and I ended in 2nd place.
In college, I got out on ‘dilapidated’ and ended in 3rd place, and I got a UP license plate. (I would have won if I had gotten it right, because my next word was ‘bauxite’ and his next word was ‘accouchement’ and the 3rd guy was not a threat.)
Two weeks ago, I got out on the first round word ‘dairy.’ SHHHHHHHH.
This week I had fanbase and housemates and friends and my goodness my Guinness I was sure I would get out soon if not immediately. But then!
Round One: foreign
Round Two: lozenge
Round Three: umpirage
Round Four: emanometer (I got out on it. BUT SO DID EVERYONE ELSE. The entire 10+ people all got their words wrong, so we all came back.)
Round Four: quagga
Round Five: crwth (this round narrows it down to two)
Round Six: kakorrhaphiophobia (I got that one wrong but she was wrong too)
Round Six: prosopagnosia (I got that one wrong but she was wrong too)
Round Five: teosinte (I got it wrong, she got gentileness right, she wins)