At lunchtime I will be off to give a religious education lesson to my class of little grade twos.
It quite often ends up as mayhem and I'm not certain what they are actually learning, but they are so enthusiastic and I love them all.
When I was in high school I really wanted to give my hypothetical children distinctive names. I thought it might be nice to use the less popular spellings for traditional names. (This is probably due to the sheer numbers of Jennifers in my classes growing up.)
In more recent years I have repented of that desire.
There are so many variants.
Young Cayleb informed me at the beginning of this term that I spelled his name incorrectly on the front of his book. I had written 'Caleb'. I had written my list with it spelled the way he spelled it, but my brain must have done an automatic spell-check while I wasn't paying attention.
So now there are a whole generation of kids who are going to have to spell their names every single time someone is writing it down.
How much do I wish I was them?
... Approximately None!
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