I Was a Spelling Bee Washout

Some clips & pics from my Spelling Bee career
Some clips & pics from my Spelling Bee career | Source

I Feel Your Pain, Charlie Brown...

In the 1969 animated film "A Boy Named Charlie Brown," the lovable loser at the heart of the "Peanuts" gang finally got a chance to prove that he could win at something - by becoming a surprisingly fierce competitor in the National Spelling Bee. As the film progressed, "Chuck" breezed through the Bee's preliminary rounds with such ease that it looked like he might actually come out on top for the first time in his life. As you might expect, however, victory is cruelly snatched away from poor Charlie Brown at the very last minute. In the film's climactic scene at the national finals, the field has been whittled down to Charlie Brown and one other kid. When Chuck steps up to the microphone, he cracks under the pressure and ends up tragically misspelling "beagle" -- the breed of his very own beloved dog Snoopy ("B-E-A-G-E-L")! As Charlie himself might say, "AAAAAUUUUUGHHH!"

I can relate to Charlie Brown's experience, for I also know the pain of being a Spelling Bee Washout. Thirty years ago, my 8th grade self took a similar shot at greatness, only to learn an equally tough lesson about defeat.

"I Before E, Except After C!"

Newspaper pic of 13-year-old me (center) with some of my competition. You'd think I could've looked a little happier, being surrounded by all those girls.
Newspaper pic of 13-year-old me (center) with some of my competition. You'd think I could've looked a little happier, being surrounded by all those girls. | Source

I wasn't a particularly great scholar or athlete when I attended Westbrook Middle School in suburban New Jersey in the early 1980s. I was a quiet and fairly dorky kid who usually had my nose stuck in a comic book. The one thing that I could do very well was spell, due to my addictive reading habits. Family legend has it that I could read on my own by the time I was three and a half, and by the time I hit my pre-teen years I was reading just about anything that I could get my hands on. I was especially addicted to comic books but I also voraciously devoured novels, magazines, newspapers, catalogs, street signs, junk mail, the backs of cereal boxes, whatever. Unsurprisingly, spelling and English were the two school subjects that I never had a problem with growing up (and if I do say so myself, I'm still a pretty bad-ass speller to this day).

I first got on the Spelling Bee train in sixth grade, which was my first year at Westbrook (1982). The first "round" of the bee was within my own classroom, which I easily won. I was then victorious against the winners of the other sixth-grade classes, and then I won the "final" school Bee where I faced winners from all three grade levels (sixth, seventh, and eighth). That was my ticket to the North Jersey Spelling Bee (sponsored by our local newspaper, The Herald-News), where I would do battle with kids representing schools from across the region. The winner of this contest would go on to the National Spelling Bee in Washington, D.C. - which was, of course, the big time!! In addition to participating in the national Bee, the potential winner's stay in our nation's capital also included a luncheon and reception at the White House! I have no idea if the President would have even been present at such an event, but at the time the idea that I might actually get to meet the Commander in Chief sounded like the coolest thing EVER to me. I no longer recall how many rounds I made it through in that first contest, but I still remember the unfamiliar word which stopped me cold and eliminated me from the competition - "nacelle," which I later learned was part of an aircraft. I went home with a cheap trophy and resolved to do better next year.

I was as good as my word, and came back in 1983 as a seventh grader, representing Westbrook in the North Jersey Spelling Bee for a second time. Once again, I made it through a few rounds but was eliminated when I misspelled the dreaded "rhinoceros" (if memory serves, I spelled it with an "-ous" at the end). I must have placed higher than I did the previous year, because in addition to another trophy I also took home a huge hardcover dictionary from Merriam-Webster. Next year would be my final year in junior high, and I knew that it would be my last shot at taking a trip to the Big Spelling Show.

The author at 13, stepping up to the mic at the Spelling Bee. Hair by Weed Whacker, shirt by Krusty's Rodeo Clown Outlet.
The author at 13, stepping up to the mic at the Spelling Bee. Hair by Weed Whacker, shirt by Krusty's Rodeo Clown Outlet. | Source

It's Go Time...

I was two months shy of my fourteenth birthday when I made the Spelling Bee rounds for the third and final time in 1984. I cruised through the preliminary contests within my own school, which caused something of a minor sensation. Apparently there had been back-to-back winners in the past, but no Westbrook speller had ever scored a hat-trick and represented the school in the regional Bee three years in a row before. The Principal told the school about my amazing achievement over the loudspeaker during morning announcements, I was featured in the school newspaper, and I received congratulatory letters from the Mayor and several other local dignitaries. Kids started calling me "Spelling Bee Man" or jokingly asking me to spell "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" or "antidisestablishmentarianism." I was a rock star -- or at least, as close as I would ever get to being one - for a couple of weeks. For a kid who was used to being belittled or ignored by my peers, it was a pretty neat feeling.

As my parents drove me to the high school auditorium that would serve as the field of battle for the 1984 North Jersey Spelling Bee, I was focused like a laser on my ultimate goal. I was GOING to Washington D.C., dammit. I had my eyes on the prize and I was ready to crush, kill, and destroy my opposition. My overconfidence would become my undoing.

Round and Round...

I can't say I remember many details of the 1984 Bee in particular - after all these years and so many spelling contests, the memories have begun to blur together - but I do remember feeling slightly amazed as the field of competitors grew smaller with each passing round... and I was still up there on stage. I was probably thinking to myself, "Holy crap! There's only a few of us left. I'm actually DOING it. I'm almost there. Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

Soon there were less than a half dozen kids left in the competition ... and I was one of them. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Washington D.C., here I come!!

I no longer remember how many words I'd spelled correctly in order to get to this point in the contest, but I do recall that as usual, they had started out fairly simple and gotten progressively harder as the competition went on. Imagine my surprise, then, when I stepped up to the microphone and the moderator told me that my next word would be:

"Succotash."

A wave of relief washed over me and I thought to myself, "Succotash? That's it? You gotta be kidding. Ooookay, no problem, I know this one." I licked my lips, took a deep breath....

...and then my tongue betrayed me as I inexplicably blurted out "C...." to start the word.

As soon as that "C" left my mouth, I cringed as if I'd been shot. I could hear a collective "awwwww..." gasp of pity from the audience. I collected myself, started over and spelled the word correctly, but even as I did so I knew it was an empty gesture. That errant "C" had doomed me. I had started with the wrong letter. I was finished -- undone by a simple slip of the tongue.

I immediately swore that I would never eat succotash again.

"I placed 5th in the 1984 North Jersey Spelling Bee, and all I got was this lousy plaque."
"I placed 5th in the 1984 North Jersey Spelling Bee, and all I got was this lousy plaque." | Source

I finished in fifth place in the 1984 contest - my highest ranking ever, but obviously it wasn't good enough to get me to the Big Show. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper as I left the stage, collected my parents from the darkened auditorium, and fought back tears on the long ride home.

"What happened? F***ing SUCCOTASH? What the hell, dude?

You had it locked up. You were gonna go to Washington.

You were gonna visit the White House! You were gonna meet Ronald Reagan!

You coulda been a CONTENDER!"

My fifth place finish earned me an attractive plaque with my name on it, which I still have to this day. When I returned to school that Monday, word of my Bee performance got around quickly, and soon I was yesterday's news. Nobody called me "Spelling Bee Man" anymore. I was no longer a rock star. In the immortal words of Charlie Brown..."RATS!"

Looking Back...

My brief spin atop the Spelling Bee hit parade proved to be the high point of my otherwise unremarkable junior high career. Eventually my trophies, newspaper clippings, program booklets and other memorabilia were boxed up and socked away in the closet, and my Bee accomplishments became little more than a barely-remembered footnote to my early adolescence.

When I graduated from college in the early 1990s and began job hunting, my mother asked if I'd mentioned my Spelling Bee experience on my resume. I responded, "Mom, I was thirteen years old! Nobody will care!" but strangely enough, even without ever mentioning the connection, I ended up working for the company that publishes the Herald-News - the newspaper which sponsored the North Jersey Spelling Bee.

One thing hasn't changed in all this time. 30 years after my crushing defeat, I still refuse to eat succotash.

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Buildreps 2 years ago from Europe

Very funny, you as a little kid :)


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FatFreddysCat 2 years ago from The Garden State Author

Yep, I was a handsome devil, wasn't I? :D


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Buildreps 2 years ago from Europe

Yep, we all looked the same during that time. Funny hair and great glasses :) that changed, but Moms never will. Miraculously you now work for the same publisher that sponsored the event that time. Coincidence?


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spartucusjones 2 years ago from Parts Unknown

I was never good at spelling, so I will give you props for making it as far as you did. Enjoyable and amusing read!


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FatFreddysCat 2 years ago from The Garden State Author

@ Buildreps - yep, total coincidence. When I got out of college I sent out resumes to every company I could think of, including them. My spelling bee experience had no effect whatsoever. Haha

@ Spartucus - thanx! I look back on the experience and laugh now, but obviously it wasn't very funny to me then.


Brian L. Marshall 2 years ago

I just want to know who I have to sleep with to become a Level 3 Commenter.


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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

Thanks for sharing this personal story. We all have a similar experience that we'd love to go back and change..if only we had a time machine. Congratulations on the success you did have though, a lot of kids didn't get that far. I always wished I was a better speller. I was just average.

I loved that Charlie Brown episode too and see how you could relate. Amazing that you got a job with the newspaper that sponsored the contest though...well done. Great hub, enjoyed the read.


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FatFreddysCat 2 years ago from The Garden State Author

Glad you dug it. I hadn't even thought about the spelling bee days in a long time, but my Mom recently found a scrapbook full of all the clippings and pics, and as soon as I saw this stuff it all came flooding back.


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LindaSmith1 2 years ago from USA

I remember our school spelling bee. I was bullied a lot there. We also had group sections like 7A, 7D etc. The kids thought that the A groups were the smart kids, and the D groups were the dumb, dumber and dumbest groups. Anyway, I was in the supposedly dumb section, but I was the winner who would represent our section.

When we were introduced, you could hear a pin drop when my name was called, not one clap. But you know what, this dumb kid, in the end, was up against one student. Yep, I was one of the only 2 left standing. I was up against one of the Smart kids. I only wish that I had followed my gut that day. I lost. I will never forget the word that I spelled wrong. Picnicking. Yep, my gut said put the K in it, but I didn't.


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FatFreddysCat 2 years ago from The Garden State Author

Hi LindaSmith1 - Obviously I can relate to your tragic story! You came closer to the finish line than I did, anyway. Thanks for stopping by.


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Adventuretravels 2 years ago from London UK

Things we accomplish when we're kids stay with us forever - well done to you - I couldn't and still can't spell very well at all. I envy you that success even though it was when you were only 13! Great hub!


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FatFreddysCat 2 years ago from The Garden State Author

Updated


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TheKatsMeow 2 years ago from Canada

I always wondered what it would have been like if I had participated in the spelling bee when I was a kid... sounds stressful, glad I didn't participate (just joking). Thanks for sharing your story, it put a smile on my face. P.S. I LOVE the title!!!


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FatFreddysCat 2 years ago from The Garden State Author

Hi TheKatsMeow - glad you enjoyed. It was pretty stressful for my pre-teen self but thankfully as the years passed, I have been able to look back on the experience and laugh.


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SusanDeppner 19 months ago from Arkansas USA

Loved reading this! I was a good speller but so shy that I claimed to be sick so I'd miss spelling bee day (don't tell my mom). Great rodeo shirt comment, by the way. Still laughing at that!


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Besarien 4 months ago

I'm a spelling bee wanna-be too. I got tripped when a judge asked me to spell Ireland. I knew Ireland wasn't on the list but spelled it for him anyway. He wanted "island" instead. Lots of people who were watching agreed with me that he said Ireland which made me feel a bit better until my mother gave me her disappointed look, "You KNEW Ireland was not on that list! Why did you not ask him to use it in a sentence?" It never occurred to me to ask. I totally blanked on protocol in the moment. Thank you! This hub was lots of fun to read and brought back some memories.

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