que barbaro - assymetric

today i cried for my spelling skills. i was looking for a word, the right word, and i wanted to know if it was this - assymetric. but the online dictionary suggested that such a word did not exist, so i tried again - asymetric? again, the online dictionary shook its head no. by this time, i was scandalized. what was the correct spelling? the answer was: asymmetric. oh my gad! this was appalling.

i knew that the "a" in the word meant "not", and the rest of the word referred to the word's more basic progenitor, symmetry, but my spelling error meant that i would have spelled symmetry as symetry and thought myself correct!

que barbaro!

whatever happened to my spelling skills?

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