I handed back her spelling paper because she’d misspelled a ton. The way our program works is that I give the word, they write it down, I show them the spelling, and they correct their mistakes. She hadn’t corrected her mistakes. (!!!) This is a common problem.
“Sammi, I can’t even read this word at all.” I say, showing her.
She frowns, “Oh, yeah. How do you spell ex-cape?” She pronounced it ex-cape.
“There’s no such word as ex-cape. The word is escape, and it isn’t one of our spelling words today,” I respond.
“Yes, it was,” she says while staring down at her paper. “I’m talking about ex-cape, like, ‘I ex-caped from the trap.'”
I repeat, “There’s no such word as ex-cape. The word is escape, and it isn’t one of our spelling words today…”
She interrupts me, mid-way through, “Yes, it is.”
I huff. I’ll own up to it. I huffed. Then I patiently said, “No. The word was expanded not escape, which is spelled with an s, not an x.”
“Oh.” She sighs. “I can’t read my own handwriting.”
Yeah. Me neither, dear. Me neither.