Do I have the correct spelling?

My first blog was years ago. I had found a remnant of red crayon in the corner of my elementary school cubby and wrote precisely what I thought about the teacher on the wall of said storage space. My friends did indeed comment and my statistical feedback was nothing but stellar. All agreed that Mrs. Mac was definitely as smelly if not more smelly than a pile of old bananas. With all the glory of such jubilant reviews, there was sure to be a negative side to my scene-bursting post and truth be told, Mrs. Mac kept me late to pound erasers against each other while hanging my upper half out the window to avoid asphyxiation. I wasn’t afraid of the chalk dust making me sneeze or drying my eyes, but the composting banana plant aroma which I was doomed to inhale until the late bus would drive me home safely. Later that week I signed on to the internet for the very first time.