Reading the NY Times Magazine story “The Lessons of Classroom 506” by Lisa Belkin, I was taken aback by this: “As a kindergartner, Valente was the only disabled child in her grade…” (my emphasis). It would never have occurred to me to say anything but “kindergartener,” but I looked it up in Webster’s Collegiate and sure enough, the one preserving German morphology is the preferred spelling. So I present this as a public service for those in my former condition of ignorance, and while I’m at it I’ll mention that someone who runs a restaurant is a restaurateur, something that always seems to flummox people. (He’s a “restorator” because he runs a place that does the restoring.)
While I’m at it, another fun fact I learned not so long ago is that the word for the art of being a midwife, “midwifery,” is normatively pronounced with a short second i: mid-WIFF-(e)ry. (It’s the same process that shortens the vowels in “Christmas” and “Michaelmas.”) There, now you’re fully equipped for whatever life throws at you.