My Writing For Health Class

891 WordsNov 2, 20154 Pages
I don’t remember how old I was, or even what grade I was in. After all, several decades have gone by since then. What I do recall is my utter disbelief the day my mother suddenly altered our usual homework chatter. Typically, I’d shout out how to spell a word and then mom would holler back the series of letters, steadily and three at a time. But not that day. “What do you mean, look it up myself?” I hollered back, clearly confused. I could hear the water running and dishes clinking as she washed up from lunch. Her response took a few seconds, which felt like forever. “Look it up yourself.” She finally repeated. I winced. Is this because I didn’t do so well on my last spelling quiz? “No mom, I’m not doing spelling, I’m writing my report for health class.” I tried again, pencil still poised mid-sentence on the blue line of the paper waiting for the letters to come. “That’s ok. The dictionary’s right there on your shelf.” She replied with that parental hint of finality. “But mom…” I groaned the words, “how am I supposed to look it up if I don’t know how to spell it?” Only the sounds of her motions around the kitchen came as a reply. “I’ll never get to go outside and play.” I muttered to myself before moving woodenly over to wrestle with the giant tome that was my mother’s dictionary. I didn’t appreciate it (at all) at the time, as children so often don’t, but occasionally mothers actually do know best. This proved to be a significant juncture in my literacy development, not
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