I used to love spelling growing up, because it was a relatively easy class. All I had to do was memorize how the words were spelled and boom, my classmates thought I was smart — or at least they did, up until the fifth grade. Then everyone around me suddenly became unimpressed with my ability to spell meteorologist.
Critical thinking and problem-solving skills were not really my forte, however. So I suffered in math and classes that required more effort than simple spelling. Plus, I wasn’t all that good of a speller aloud, I had to write down the word and look at it to see if it “made sense” to me. So whatever “talent” I cultivated for spelling words correctly on the spot waned by the time middle school rolled along, and most of my friends didn’t even really view it as a talent, but rather, a nerdish ability that was ultimately pointless. As one classmate told me after I proudly stated aardvark begins with two a’s, “Who the heck cares? We could just check a dictionary for the right spelling anyway. Besides, computers now will tell you when you’re wrong.”
And even though he’s technically right, and I do agree that one’s ability to spell correctly isn’t a reliable way to measure their intelligence, I think even he would shake his head at some of the hilarious errors these people made.