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There it was in black and white. It was her first article written as a junior reporter for the Smithfield Local, a small-town newspaper that mostly covered sporting events and regional politics. She should have been proud of this accomplishment. Instead she sat embarrassed that such a typo could have made it into print.
It was bad enough that her dad was the local Baptist minister and everyone expected her behavior to be above reproach. She lived her life knowing that every move she made was being watched by someone and any slip up would certainly be reported back to her dad. Then her dad would certainly use it as an ‘illustration’ in some future sermon.
How would Dad react to this? What would people say to him or about him since his daughter wrote an article that had this word in it? The sentence was supposed to be “Matthew’s hit ended the game.” What happened to the apostrophe and how did the ‘s’ get bumped up next to ‘hit’? She could not be more embarrassed at this moment. Surely the whole town would get a laugh at the expense of her reputation. One little mistake not taken care of and now she’d be doing damage repair for years.
She checked the original copy that she had on her PC hoping that she could blame the newspaper for the mistake. No such luck. She knew that she should have proof-read the article but she didn’t have time. It was due to the paper the same day as the big high school dance and she needed most of the day to get ready. Who had time to stop and check the article that closely? Wasn’t that what an editor was for anyway?
Now she remembered. She was so overly confident of her writing skills that she had told the part-time freelance editor not to worry about checking it for errors. Now one little mistake that could have been caught before publishing was sure to bring about more negative attention than any one person of her age could bear.
What was done, was done. All she could do now was to resolve to pay attention to the little things as soon as possible in order to avoid the inevitable that comes through neglect.
She stood up and spoke to no one in particular, “I guess I better get to Dad before someone else does.”
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