| More like rivers of tears ...Tomorrow morning I leave for Trois-Rivières. I am doing the Explore Program. I will be gone for five weeks.
Wish me French!
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| As we all well know, I am a master at Text Twist on Yahoo Games. This ability, like many others, is both a blessing and a curse.
Its blessing comes in the form of the High-Score. This screen shot, taken just over a year ago, is a picture of the very first time I broke the hundred thousands.
The score: 118 550
Approximately eight months ago, however, I topped this number. Obviously, the Vitamin D from the summer sunlight played a crucial role.
The score: 143 580
Last night, however, was the ultimate test of my stamina. As soon as the number climbed past one hundred thousand I knew I had the chance to do the impossible. I neither drank nor ate nor slept. I thought words. I breathed words. I was words. This dedication to my sport paid off. I cracked the two hundred thousands. But my glory was short-lived. I was defeated by a word, a most ironic and daunting word:
The Score: 206 820
MARTYR.
The worst part is I almost had it. As you can see, 'marytr' is the last
thing I typed before time ran out. If only I had the digital
proficiency to type a word correctly in less than one second.
And as for its curse? It comes in the form of my uncool reputation. For the record, I rarely sit in front of my computer screen playing Text Twist for hours. I usually just leave the browser open on the page. I have even been known to go clubbing between rounds. Except not. I have actually never been known to do that.
It needs to be said that I have not been practicing Text Twist every day for the last year. The urge to play will usually be brought on by stress and major assignments.
In other news, I have now officially played two hundred games of Free Cell without losing. Well, without losing a game anyway. As for my social life, I think it started to disappear as soon as I started typing this post.
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| "Ms. B better be the one to tell us the words." This was said during a spelling test. My current practicum placement is with third grade students. My previous practicum placement was with twelfth grade students. It has been a significant adjustment. I used to be terrified of the Grade 3's. Believe it or not, I was a lot less afraid when I was with the Grade 12's. But these Grade 3's, they just like me for no apparent reason. It's so validating. The other day, when my mentor teacher told the students I would be doing the math drill, one of the boys pumped his fist in the air and said "Yes!" Again, super validating. On Wednesday I get to decorate the bulletin board in the hallway with the postcards they made as a part of my lesson. Elementary school is a lot more tactile than highschool. I enjoy it so far. Except somewhere in my heart there's a foolish monkey that tugs on my consciousness and tells me I want to teach creative writing. |
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| Sappy Challenge ResponseI was indirectly and sappily challenged to write a love poem. Here you go, Reuben. I made this for you. You will barf with love. Mimbly Plum Love Poem You are my only sugar lump google puff When you cotton candy dimply smile at me I feel happy rainbowbows, and newborn baby kittens In my sunshine beamy iddle widdle hearty heart If you were to lacy fluffy plumpy plimply look my way I would icingly vanilla sprinkly syrup giggle gig And I would know that I was schnoogly pillow chippy peppily Your one and true tiggly wump pudding pie 
I am expecting some very creative responses. |
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| let's make it better, guys
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