I have a confession to make.
When I was in the 3rd grade, I threw a spelling bee so I could get to speech therapy. I kept watching the minutes tick, tick, tick. I was sick of spelling words. So I purposefully misspelled one and then cheerfully skipped down the hall to get more lessons on how to say "Rabbit" instead of "Wabbit."
Man, it's good to get that off my chest.