I retired in 2005 after 46 years as a teacher. It saddens me to say that in the latter part of my career there were many young teachers on staff whose spelling was not something to boast about.
Every three years since 2000, the Organisation for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD) has conducted tests of reading, maths and science with thousands of 15 year old students around the world. In 2012, Australia's mean performance placed us at equal 14th for reading, 19th for maths, and equal 16th for science, among participating countries. Not a lot to be proud of.
I Reely Luv My Speling
Last nite I sat doun kwietly
To get my homework dun.
I had to get my wirds rite
So I studdyd evry wun.
I thort Sir wood be hapy
and pat me on the hed.
But wen he cheked my ansirs,
his fase tirned brite brite red.
“Good heavens Smith,” he yelled at me.
“How could you be so dumb?
I’m going to write a note for you
to take home to your mum.”
I tuk the leter home with me
and wacht mum as she red.
She rote a leter bak to sir
and this is wot it sed.
Dear teecher thank you verry much
for karing bowt my sun.
I’ll help him lern his wurds tonite;
evry singal wun.
syned,
his muthar.
I Reely Luv MY Speling
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I surprisingly like the weird spelling in this poem. It made it interesting to readWazza wrote:I retired in 2005 after 46 years as a teacher. It saddens me to say that in the latter part of my career there were many young teachers on staff whose spelling was not something to boast about.
Every three years since 2000, the Organisation for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD) has conducted tests of reading, maths and science with thousands of 15 year old students around the world. In 2012, Australia's mean performance placed us at equal 14th for reading, 19th for maths, and equal 16th for science, among participating countries. Not a lot to be proud of.
I Reely Luv My Speling
Last nite I sat doun kwietly
To get my homework dun.
I had to get my wirds rite
So I studdyd evry wun.
I thort Sir wood be hapy
and pat me on the hed.
But wen he cheked my ansirs,
his fase tirned brite brite red.
“Good heavens Smith,” he yelled at me.
“How could you be so dumb?
I’m going to write a note for you
to take home to your mum.”
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I tuk the leter home with me
and wacht mum as she red.
She rote a leter bak to sir
and this is wot it sed.
Dear teecher thank you verry much
for karing bowt my sun.
I’ll help him lern his wurds tonite;
evry singal wun.
syned,
his muthar.
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Good morning Wazza,
Enjoyed this critique a nice light touch. Shows up the idiocies of our present orthography that this is as easy to read as standard English spelling. Pity William's fleet didn't sink in mid- Channel and we would have avoided the disruption of phonetic Old English into our current bedlam ( Caxton didn't help much either).
Regards, C.
Enjoyed this critique a nice light touch. Shows up the idiocies of our present orthography that this is as easy to read as standard English spelling. Pity William's fleet didn't sink in mid- Channel and we would have avoided the disruption of phonetic Old English into our current bedlam ( Caxton didn't help much either).
Regards, C.
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