Exert

I remember last year during recess, Little Mishelle had picked up an essay I was going to hand in later that day. As she read it, she started cracking up. I was deeply offended. I knew I hadn't written a particularly humourous essay. She then pointed to a word on the page.

"Right," I said.
"Excerpt," she said.
"Exert. Right," I said. By this point, I was concerned about my essay.
"Yes. Excerpt. Look at how you've spelled it," she said.

I looked. And then looked again. It appeared right to me.
"EXERT," I said.
"You've spelled it like... exert. Like exerting yourself."
"Oh God."

I got my whiteout and whited-out and rewrote every "exert" in my essay. Which turned out to be a lot.

I don't know why but I was just sitting here, studying, and this memory came to mind. I will treasure it forever. I wonder what Chartis thought of my essay, half the page covered in whiteout and rewritten in blue biro...

J