Last night was the annual Trivia Night fundraiser for my old high school scholar bowl team, and I wish it to be known that my table utterly triumphed, crushing all competition with our mighty brains.
Our beginnings were modest and unassuming. My parents picked me up from work at 6:00 and said oh, by the way, we're shanghaiing you off to the high school because tonight is Trivia Night. We turned up and bought our $10 entry tickets and the ticket-takers asked us if we wanted to start our own table or oh, it looks like the Hills only have three at their table.
( *insert music of destiny and stuff here* )
I really missed scholar bowl. All the thrill of competition you get from your more traditional athletics, but more reading books and less tripping over my feet. It's nice to know that I've still got it. *preens*
Plus, you know. Free books. I've already picked up mine: The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll
Our beginnings were modest and unassuming. My parents picked me up from work at 6:00 and said oh, by the way, we're shanghaiing you off to the high school because tonight is Trivia Night. We turned up and bought our $10 entry tickets and the ticket-takers asked us if we wanted to start our own table or oh, it looks like the Hills only have three at their table.
( *insert music of destiny and stuff here* )
I really missed scholar bowl. All the thrill of competition you get from your more traditional athletics, but more reading books and less tripping over my feet. It's nice to know that I've still got it. *preens*
Plus, you know. Free books. I've already picked up mine: The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll