Typos: the Sign of Writers Full of Passion, Life, Zest, Energy, and Ideas to Share

Why do some people type more typos than others? Do typos or lack of typos say something about the writer or teacher, sometimes it does. What does it say?

There are a variety of reasons people make typos. In my case, I teach lots of subjects each day, including English, Reading, Writing, Math, History, Science, Technology, Life Skills, Sewing, Music, Art, and basic German, French, and Spanish. I also write for several companies, AC is my "fun writing," while the others are the "main thing" to fund my endeavors and social projects like paying my bills, helping the community, and funding missions. I teach 6 to 7 days each week and I also write 6 to 7 days each week, I do both full time and then some. Don't interpret this wrong, I love what I do and I have a lot of energy, I like to make the most of it and leave my little mark on this world.

I thought it out with passion,
Then I opened my laptop,
Letting the words flow in fun,
A hundred words a minute-then STOP.

Caution as I type,
Is less important than content and meaning,
Quite frankly, I don't see the hype
Regarding a few typos
Or even a few MISSSSSSSSSPPPEEELLLIINNGGGSSSSS.

Oh me, oh my,
How can that be?
Why am I not seriously concerned,
About that little misspelling or typo that I spy?

Well, it is very easy, you see.
I know who I am.
And I know why I write.
I write to share truth, beauty, and knowledge,
For it brings me joy and delight.

AC is my fun, passionate writing outlet.
I share articles, images, and poetry,
With others through AC,
For the joy and simple sharing of my expertise,
Around the world for almost free.

Why? Why? Why would I?
That answer is easy.
I believe that life and experiences are blessings,
Blessings that need to be shared.
When I write here,
I write to share.
In fact, I write precisely,
Because I care.

Typos and misspelling don't alarm me,
And they don't reflect on content or intelligence,
To the wise, you see.

What? Why? How can THAT be?
How could I claim that?
How dare I state that!
Well, well, very simple.

I used to be almost perfect, you see.
And my family, friends, teachers, and professors
Were worried about me.
Greatly troubled that I could not seen to earn,
As a youth,
A mark under a perfect A,
not ninety-four or ninety-six,
100%, all the way.

One teacher I had, was gravely concerned,
For she has a former student like me,
He was always perfect and brilliant, you see,
One day he earned less than an A,
And took his life by driving off a bridge,
So sad, the lad, in high school,
Had a full scholarship waiting and brilliant life ahead.
But the bitter despair and fear of not being perfect,
Took his life out of our community and the world instead.

And then in college, my professors dread
That I would be too hard on myself and end up dead,
Over something so silly as being human
And mistakes like typos and misspellings
And B's or C's and even D's.

I had earned a scholarship to cover it all,
And I loaded up the courses that fall,
Filled up my schedules with seven,
And academically I was in heaven.

I was also given a position, doing what?
This might tickle you, if you are the "perfectionistic"
Researching content for my professors academic papers,
And proofreading their academic research.

At first, I was a little concerned.
How could I? An undergrad student
Not only research for those with PhD's
But also proofread the papers for academic journals without any expertise!
Lord, help me one this day, I pray,
I am only seventeen.

I learned that I had to choose to do more imperfectly,
Or to complete less perfectly.
Especially with my course load of seven,
And my triple majors in separate schools.
It left me literally running across campus,
Just to get in my seat on time.

My writing-ah, penmanship-took a nose dive,
My typos and misspellings grew,
And multiplied and breed,
Just so that I could record all the information,
Each professor shared from his head.

Then it was time to type,
I typed lecture notes for the deaf students,
And I typed my own papers too.
7 courses and 3 jobs,
A house, a yard, and many pets....
"Faster, Faster.....
We need another master!"
My obligations grew and cried.

I graduated accustomed to a high pace,
I took on fulltime work teaching
Kids that no one wanted or who
Had been banished from school.
I could take the easy job teaching just 1 course
At a public school

Or take on a department with no head
In subject I did not want to teach
And be responsible for not one but
You guessed it, 7, yes, seven different
Classes in the same subject but different levels
And one elective too.

With much passion, and many typos,
I taught those children.
And I re-enrolled in college, not one,
But two different colleges, to take
Two more majors - Art and Education.

I have learned to embrace imperfection.
It is a sign that I am living, vibrant, full of passion,
And fully energized.
A sign that I am stretching and growing.

When I die, I don't want to be remembered as being perfect,
I want to be remembered for being passionate and energetic,
Living life to it's fullest through helping others,
And doing more than one could conceivable imagine that I was capable of....

Yes, you guessed it, with my typos and misspellings.

To be perfect means to do less, to share less,
To get less articles into my editors,
To make less money to pay my bills and support orphans.
To do less arts & crafts with my children if we keep aiming for perfection,
(that I must add will never be achieved in art or in a house with children)
And to share less for little pay with all of you on AC.

So please excuse me for being imperfect.
Or having the audacity to post what I write quickly,
I don't feel like a grown up much, I don't want to,
In face, I NEVER want to!
I like feeling like an excited child who wants to share
Her creativity and learning with the world.
That world includes YOU.

If you want to judge me on a misspelling or a typo,
Or two, or even-GASP-three,
Then it is your loss.
Because I have learned a lot,
And I have lots to share.
For FREE.

Because I live to serve and share,
And I do not think that it is fair
That my education costing upward of ¼ million,
Might not be able to be experienced by others
Who are unable to access
What I learned due to economic limitations,
Or bad parents, controlling spouses, or unforeseen hardships.

And so I write.... Enjoy or Ignore.
I hope it is not based on my typos.
It is a free world, though,
It is up to you-learn something or count typos-
And it will not
Make a difference to me.
I promise.
[Laughter]

Inspiration:
Typos: The Curse of the Careless; David Reinstein, LCSW

"But you are not to be like that. Instead, the greatest among you should be like the youngest, and the one who rules like the one who serves. For who is greater, the one who is at the table or the one who serves? Is it not the one who is at the table? But I am among you as one who serves." Jesus in Luke 22:26-27

"As you go, preach this message: 'The kingdom of heaven is near.' Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy,drive out demons. Freely you have received, freely give." Jesus in Matthew 10:7-8