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I thank God for:
spaceheaters
a job
a future
an analytical mind
that I'm not as messed up as I was this time last year.
Random thought: some rivalries are just meant to be. They are practically ordained by God.
In fifth grade, only about 10 or 11 of us qualified to be in the gifted program. It was a pull-out for language and reading, and we stayed with the rest of the class for math, science, and everything else. Between the 10-11 of us, we were super competitive. It was always about who could find the longest word for spelling tests (onomatopoeia, accommodation) and who had the highest grades. In anything. It was largely good-natured, although we were still prepubescent kids and got whiny/touchy sometimes (and smacked down by our loving but no-BS gifted teachers). There were two girls who competed in gymnastics and the two class clowns competed over who got the most laughs. It was like our unofficial past time. I think we even competed over PE and what instrument we were going to play in band in middle school, for serious.
Anyway, there were two guys in the class that were insanely good at math. Hussein was doing seventh grade pre-algebra in his spare time, so he didn't count as much, but he, Chris, and I pretty much compared eeeverything that ever got graded. (You can guess how this ended at least I was better at reading. And this was the year my mom actually went in at the end of the year and chewed my teacher the fuck out for arbitrarily giving me a C in math after nine weeks of blood, sweat and tears to pull my miserable grade up.)
We all split up after fifth grade- either splitting to various magnet programs, zoned middle schools, or relocating military parents. I zoned out across town. Hussein didn't. Chris's parents got stationed in Germany. Kelsey went to Norway. Etc.
Hussein and I met back up in high school for IB (minus the crazy competition by that point, lol, even though we went into the same upper-level IB math when the class divided). I haven't seen Chris again. Once we hit college and entered the world of Facebook we all friended up again/figured out where we all were.
I was at FSU. Hussein went to uf. And Chris ended up back in the States... at Miami.
HAAAAAAH.
i was already an fsu fan by elem, so i win.
spaceheaters
a job
a future
an analytical mind
that I'm not as messed up as I was this time last year.
Random thought: some rivalries are just meant to be. They are practically ordained by God.
In fifth grade, only about 10 or 11 of us qualified to be in the gifted program. It was a pull-out for language and reading, and we stayed with the rest of the class for math, science, and everything else. Between the 10-11 of us, we were super competitive. It was always about who could find the longest word for spelling tests (onomatopoeia, accommodation) and who had the highest grades. In anything. It was largely good-natured, although we were still prepubescent kids and got whiny/touchy sometimes (and smacked down by our loving but no-BS gifted teachers). There were two girls who competed in gymnastics and the two class clowns competed over who got the most laughs. It was like our unofficial past time. I think we even competed over PE and what instrument we were going to play in band in middle school, for serious.
Anyway, there were two guys in the class that were insanely good at math. Hussein was doing seventh grade pre-algebra in his spare time, so he didn't count as much, but he, Chris, and I pretty much compared eeeverything that ever got graded. (You can guess how this ended at least I was better at reading. And this was the year my mom actually went in at the end of the year and chewed my teacher the fuck out for arbitrarily giving me a C in math after nine weeks of blood, sweat and tears to pull my miserable grade up.)
We all split up after fifth grade- either splitting to various magnet programs, zoned middle schools, or relocating military parents. I zoned out across town. Hussein didn't. Chris's parents got stationed in Germany. Kelsey went to Norway. Etc.
Hussein and I met back up in high school for IB (minus the crazy competition by that point, lol, even though we went into the same upper-level IB math when the class divided). I haven't seen Chris again. Once we hit college and entered the world of Facebook we all friended up again/figured out where we all were.
I was at FSU. Hussein went to uf. And Chris ended up back in the States... at Miami.
HAAAAAAH.
i was already an fsu fan by elem, so i win.