At my elementary school
, the teachers
were fond of assigning essays
. Now that I'm on the other side of the desk, I think it's a bad idea. I can't think of a better way to permanently implant the idea of writing as a negative activity in budding young minds, which is exactly the opposite of what we should be doing as teachers. But as a grade schooler
, I thought it just sucked.
I'm sure I was the world's biggest smart ass
back then, utterly convinced of my own genius
at such a young age. I was smart though, and I was on my way to becoming known as The Smartest Kid in School
. (It was a small town
, so it wasn't that big of a deal.) So my ego
knew no bounds.
For some minor infraction in fourth grade
, I was assigned one of many, many punishment essays I would write at that school. The usual length was 500 words. Smart ass
that I was, I thought of what I thought was a brilliant loophole
. I wrote one sentence, something like "I'm sorry for what I did," and planned to fill the rest of the page with "etc.
" to fulfill the word count
. Unfortunately, I spelled it "ect." I was such a fucking little idiot.
was not too pleased, but I didn't have to write another essay
, so I guess it worked.