Greetings! Just before the Christmas break Emily scored an excellent 29 out of 30 on the final spelling test of 2012. I quickly looked over the tests for the year and see that Emily took 12 spelling tests featuring a total of 400 words, and she managed to spell 383 words correct on those tests. Needless to say we are incredibly proud of our little Emily and look forward to more successes and adventures in 2013.
The New Year is upon us which means Emily has a new set of 30 words to study, so without further ado we present the following study story.
Wrong Way Reggie’s Big Day
Wrong Way Reggie rarely got it right, from the moment that saw him rising from his slumber to the end of the school day when he traced his path back home, he was forever confused by the things people said to him.
Take for instance the time his mom told him that his sister Bella had tripped and bumped her head. Reggie thought she said that Bella had stripped her ugly bed. Or take the time his uncle Chet advised Reggie that he was in a jam, that he saw reindeer prancing outside his window and all of his plumbing needed to be re-piped.
The way Reggie heard it, his uncle was slammed, and deer were dancing outside and they were all striped. And who’d ever heard of dancing striped reindeer?
Reggie thought Chet was odd, but when told by others what his uncle had really said, Reggie resolved to have his hearing checked.
He was on his way to the doctor when he decided to stop by the diner for a little breakfast. As he was seated at his table the waitress advised him of that morning’s specials – Pancakes dipped in sugar, eggs any way you want them, and lean bacon – the fat had been trimmed. Reggie thought it strange that he could be served a cake that was dripped in boogers and begged with bacon that was dimmed. What kind of place was this? The waitress assured him that it was a winning combination, that diners had been snapping it up all day and bragging about it to people who were waiting for a seat. “Seriously?” Reggie said. How was it possible that people were eating this stuff? He secretly wondered if the cooks handled their responsibilities properly and thought it odd than anyone dared to eat such fare.
Reggie skipped breakfast and instead raced to his doctor appointment, but not before hitting some golf balls at the local driving range. It was there that he spotted his favorite golfer of all time, Happy Gilmore, who was hitting balls and joking with some other golfers. Reggie marveled at how far his hero could hit a golf ball, and how Happy could remain focused even while spinning a yarn about his most recent exploits.
Reggie decided to hit alongside Happy in the hope that he could pick up a few pointers that might help him to improve, for he was striving to be a professional golfer himself.
He intently listened-in…
“Oh these clothes are very slimming,” Happy joked about his baggy clothes. “The key to my success is to always be napping, because a man who has napped is never angry, never seething!”
These were words to live by, wondered Reggie. These are the keys to changing my golf game?
Reggie needed to clarify, so he quizzed Happy Gilmore about what he had said.
“So Mr. Gilmore, you mean to tell me that I will be a better golfer if my foes are forever swimming, that my feet should always be tapping, because a man who has wrapped is never breathing?”
There was a hush in the crowd as Happy stopped what he was doing, but then he just laughed out loud and put his arm around Reggie. He liked the way Reggie’s mind worked. “Yes, that’s exactly what I meant kid,” said Happy. “Swimming, tapping, those are keys to success.”
“Just be yourself and keep doing things the way you want to do them,” Happy urged.
Before Happy Gilmore escaped to the parking lot he whipped his golf club one more time, hit the ball a mile and winked at Reggie.
Reggie was amazed. “The great Happy Gilmore likes me. He really likes me,” he shouted.
“And he wants me to just build a shelf, to keep gluing rings and filet the way I want to glue them!”