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lus-un2:It's a tough job, but somebody has to do it.
Saint Elay you are killing me with that avatar. I remember our art teacher in high school made us watch that and we laughed for an hour straight. After a while I think we were just laughing at how other people laughed.
Every year, this is held at the Grand Hyatt three blocks from my place in DC.
This morning i passed by on the X2 bus, and saw a few home-bound kids with their parents, patiently standing outside waiting for valet to bring the car around.
My mother wanted me to be able to compete in a regional, which in 1984 we did not have in the New Orleans area. She says i kept telling her i wanted to be in a Big-Girl Spelling Bee.
So she contacted whoever she had to contact, and the result was what was then the Maison Blanche/Times-Picayune Scripps-Howard Regional Spelling Bee. It took a year to set up a multi-parish regional: St Bernard, St Tammany, Orleans and Jefferson.
Back then, you got a list from Scripps-Howard of suggested words. The more exposure you have to actual books, reading things in context, or other means of learning roots, the easier it was to remember how a word is spelled - because you'd seen it before.
Different kids studied different ways - there was the drill method, the piecemeal method. i had a few friends who competed the years i did.
i remember my first time, the bee was held at Kennedy High School on Wisner, it came down to me and this one other girl. We went a bunch of rounds, it got to be like 11 pm. There was a rat in the auditorium. That was the first time i ever remember seeing a rat.
Which is pretty surprising, considering all the time i had spent on Gallier Street, and hanging around City Hall and going to the Saenger and the FQ with my dad. i just don't remember seeing any rats before that night at Kennedy.
It's almost hypnotic. I can't stop watching!
Why is it that everytime someone spends any amount of money that is somewhat disagreeable to them that their money turns into "hard-earned money".
Do people spend their "hard-earned money" on beer or food?
What if you have a cushy-office job where you can go to this site during office hours? Is your money really "hard-earned"?