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Anonymous

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I cannot believe how many bad spellers there are! I see this especially on Facebook. My niece, who is an elementary school teacher, is a terrible speller. So is my Mom. And poor grammar is another problem that I see a lot.

But to be fair I have and have always had bad mathematics skills. Math just doesn't click with me so I guess this happens to poor spellers too.