Last night I was complaining about the injustice visited upon me in third grade. We were playing that game where you are given a big word and asked to find all the little words inside it.
I came up with “neon,” and was pretty impressed because nobody else had gotten it.
Until my teacher told me that it WASN’T A WORD!
(Remarkably, there wasn’t a dictionary around. Of course. We were at one of those pioneer village things, and the little schoolhouse we were in didn’t have a dictionary. Authenticity, you know.)
The scars still haven’t healed.
I’m glad to see I’m not the only one still traumatized by the idiocy of a primary school teacher.
… neon … grumble … Oh, Mr Mills, if you could see me now!