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When Jacques Bailly won the Scripps National Spelling Bee as a 14-year-old in 1980, his first reaction was relief. After spending two grueling days onstage with 100 other young contestants sounding out words like schottische, mahout and elucubrate (the winning word), he recalls just wanting the competition to be over. But nearly 30 years later, he's back again at the World Series of spelling as the contest's official pronouncer. At this year's finals, which kick off May 26 in Washington, D.C., Bailly will read each word and provide its definition, origin and context. TIME spoke...
...been the official pronouncer since 2003. What was that first year like, to see those students up there? Did you find yourself sympathizing with them? (See the National Spelling Bee winners from the past 10 years...
...understandably so. Most of them stayed indoors and rushed to contact friends and e-mail lists about the shooting. From the Black Students Association to the Harvard Salient, rumors of the shooting spread like wildfire. Some e-mails claimed the shooting had happened outside of the Bee Club, others that more than one person had been seen collapsing from gunshot wounds on Mt. Auburn Street. Predictably, there was more misinformation than information...
...Cambridge Queen’s Head Pub was filled with freshman last night at the first Annual Freshman Spelling Bee. With former Howard Scripps National Spelling Bee Champion George A. Thampy ’10 presiding as emcee, spellers and audience members gathered for a night of pizza bagels, french fries, and multisyllabic words. The Freshman Dean’s Office-organized event was an intramural competition that attracted 22 freshman spellers who had the chance to bring 100 points and glory to their respective dorms. According to Thampy, the competition included words that were accessible to spelling neophytes...
...arrived—when eager, starry-eyed youngsters come to Harvard, still high on the rush of receiving their thick envelopes in the mail. Don’t get me wrong, I simply love spending my Saturday night with a kid smart enough to win the National Spelling Bee. Except when she comes back shit-faced from her first ever final club outing, only to puke all over my brand new rug. FML. Can you spell that, little one? Oh, and of course I’m totally into the number droppers—the ones who find the need...