Similar to my post about Malaysian elevators, this post has absolutely nothing to do with living with Adrenal Insufficiency. It is a post about living in Malaysia.Let me start out by saying that I am a victim of Whole Language. This has plagued me my entire life and will continue to plague me for the rest of my life. The first elementary school I went to did not believe in teaching Phonics. They believed it would ruin my self esteem. Instead, I was taught to spell words how they sounded to me.Unfortunately, the English language does not operate according to my spelling rules.This blog would have an insane amount of spelling errors if not for the fact that each post is edited and revised many times by several key people who can actually spell.I know I cannot spell. Everyone around me knows I cannot spell. My high school english teacher confided in my father that I was a lost cause for spelling and that my father, the English major, should just give up. I still think my father holds out hope that one day… maybe… possibly… I can learn how to spell. I consider it unlikely and am perfectly content relying on spell check and others to find my mistakes.But then I lived in Malaysia.