sweet as a eucalyptus, terrible as a tempest
i once joined a university-wide scrabble tournament during my second year.
just to establish myself as a certified nerd (i think geek is the "cooler" term now?), the four physed courses i took were table tennis, bowling, scrabble, and self-defense for women, all of which i got 3s and 2.75s except scrabble, for which i got a 1.25.
I love this game, and i haven't played in eight years. During the tournament, i played with people who had their plays ready as soon as i hit my clock and was counting my score. it took them 5 seconds for a play while it would take me minutes. but then, for some freaky reason, i made it to the final 10. I was the tenth.
The final 10! That meant i was among the nerdiest word nerds in the country's top university. Tsk! Tsk!
Which really only meant that I was way under their league and had no chance of becoming scrabble champ. It would probably please everyone to know that I inched a seat up in the finals. So I finished ninth. At least I wasn't last! I won ah shining, shimmering certificate and a package of Lapid's Chicharon! I forget the other prizes.
Unfortunately, i can only remember going home sad and semi-scared. You see, back then i wasn't a driver yet. And my dear brother did not want to pick me up. And I usually hitched a ride with my friend to and from school. And i wasn't encouraged to take the public ride by my not at all paranoid mother. And I was a super cartographic idiot then. And my uni transforms into a deep, dark, woods at nightfall.
And i had to go home alone. Not knowing how to take the public utilities I rode a cab. And i didn't know where the cab was passing. so i just had to cross my fingers that he will not take me for a ride.
i played again last night with some friends at the old office. and of course I won.
eight years and still a certified nerd.
