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Ways In Which She Could Have Blinded Me With Science, including, "She exposed me to excessive ultraviolet radiation, which gave me terrible cataracts." At the bottom, there's also "Four Ways in Which My Life Is Just Like Pac-Man's":
1. Ever-present wail of sirens
2. Relentlessly pursued by ghosts
3. Four special pills daily keep ghosts at bay
4. Occasionally eat some fruit
At the end of the week I'm heading to the Harvard High School Debate Tournament, something I've now done every year for more than half my life. I enjoy helping out my old team, hanging out with my former coaches, and having lived through it each time; moment-to-moment it's a bit less fun. Something both funny and terribly sad happened this year. The tournament happens on President's Day weekend every year, to get the necessary long weekend so the competing students don't miss too much school. At about 7:30 last Friday, my coach got a phone call: "Has registration moved from CRLS [where it always is]?" No, my coach replied. "Where is everybody, then?"
Yes, the person had sent her team all the way from the Midwest on the wrong weekend. Apparently she refused to give any other identifying information than her state. I guess we'll see if a team from that state fails to show up. Or maybe they've been camping out in front of CRLS for the past week.
1. Ever-present wail of sirens
2. Relentlessly pursued by ghosts
3. Four special pills daily keep ghosts at bay
4. Occasionally eat some fruit
At the end of the week I'm heading to the Harvard High School Debate Tournament, something I've now done every year for more than half my life. I enjoy helping out my old team, hanging out with my former coaches, and having lived through it each time; moment-to-moment it's a bit less fun. Something both funny and terribly sad happened this year. The tournament happens on President's Day weekend every year, to get the necessary long weekend so the competing students don't miss too much school. At about 7:30 last Friday, my coach got a phone call: "Has registration moved from CRLS [where it always is]?" No, my coach replied. "Where is everybody, then?"
Yes, the person had sent her team all the way from the Midwest on the wrong weekend. Apparently she refused to give any other identifying information than her state. I guess we'll see if a team from that state fails to show up. Or maybe they've been camping out in front of CRLS for the past week.
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