Now that we live in the age of spell check, it's easy to fall prey to the tantalizing ease of merely typing and clicking on the red highlight to select the correct word. And I will confess that there have been times when I found myself wondering why we all torture ourselves with the weekly spelling drills. But, a recent incident has clearly shown me the importance of continuing to teach spelling.
A few weeks ago when I was attempting to make it home for my grandfather's funeral, I sent a text to a cousin. Here's the transcript:
Hi Sharon, It's Lucia. I am wondering if you are heading to St. Martinville tomorrow morning. If so, could I get a ride with you? I am trying to fly into NOLA (New Orleans) tonight.
Wrong # hoe
Thanks for letting me know. Sorry to bother you. I was trying to get to a funeral.
Ya Ya hoe
Thanks to the wonders of autocorrect and/or lack of spelling profiency, the rude texter (clearly and happily NOT my cousin, Sharon) thought that they would be offensive? funny? mean? by calling me a garden tool.
I wish I had been quick (and brave) enough to have responded with: Shovel it up yours.