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_________________ Wednesday 7 February 2001 11 39 pm pst [ I don't love ove ] When I was in third grade, our teacher gave us each an index card. If we didn't know how to spell a word, we could ask the teacher and she would write it on the card for us, so we wouldn't have to ask again. It was a very good idea. I distinctly remember the day. I was writing something and I forgot how to spell "of". I thought about it a while, and I was very embarrassed, but it was not coming to me. I went up to the teacher and sheepishly asked. She looked at me like I was on drugs. "How do you think it's spelled?" All I could think of was O-V-E and I knew that was wrong. I knew I would recognize it right away, but at that moment I could not fish O-F from my mind. My teacher didn't have to feign her exasperation as she wrote "of" on my index card. It was immediately obvious to me. I slunk back to my desk and promptly erased the word from my card so that no one could see how stupid I had been. [There is something startlingly cathartic about writing about embarrassments and disappointments in a public forum such as this....]
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