The Pressure
This kid has to win the Spelling Bee so his parents might have a chance at political asylum in the US. Meanwhile he’s living in a motel room in Green River, Utah, studying sprachgefuhl. The pressure! I competed in the local Spelling Bee, but at least I was only competing for bragging rights (they tell you it’s “honor” but for the most part it’s just that)—not even mine, but the school’s, and more importantly, my demanding parents’. And then in the city finals we were down to three, and I stepped up to get my word. Aisle?! I get aisle?! I could’ve spelled sprachgefuhl with the two dots over the u and they gave me aisle? True, I didn’t pay attention when they used it in a sentence. So I lost.