A leafy day
My Occasional Assistant was in town so I had him over to help me with the "leaf situation." (It's so terrible you can't even call it "raking leaves.") He was here to take the GRE and he was so mellow about it. He's so much more together than I was at his age, that's for sure. Or maybe he's just much less melodramatic. I would love to see him skip the Master's and go right for the PhD.! I'll have to see how the test went and where he decides to attend; he had lots of options in mind.
A few years ago, he was a member of a NaNoWriMo group I led that consisted of teenagers and senior citizens. I guess no one in the mid-range was interested! One thing he mentioned that got a lump in my throat was how his NaNoWriMo experience played into his college scholarship competition. He was competing for a scholarship where he and the other candidates were put in a room with 1/2 hour time and told to write an essay. He noticed all the other kids with their proper typing posture as he settled into his NaNoWriMo slouch! (AND HE WON THE BIG SCHOLARSHIP!)
*snif*
That was so awesome to hear!
Anyway, he taught me a word. Onomotomania. It's when you've got that word on the tip of your tongue and you can't remember it AND IT'S DRIVING YOU CRAZY. I was, of course, experiencing it at the time. I was trying to tell him where I'd gone in Iowa, and it was like, "Not Boone. Near Boone, but not Boone. It's got a university. Not Boone. NOT. DAMN. BOONE. (And not Perth. Sean lives in Perth. That's in Australia. Not Perth. And NOT BOONE."
It was Ames. We had to look at the map!
Anyway. Five van-loads of leaves to the village compost pile later and I determined I have as many leaves as the whole rest of the village. Ethan says the extant leaves were sort of chopped up and compressed BUT I DON'T CARE. I'm sore.
A few years ago, he was a member of a NaNoWriMo group I led that consisted of teenagers and senior citizens. I guess no one in the mid-range was interested! One thing he mentioned that got a lump in my throat was how his NaNoWriMo experience played into his college scholarship competition. He was competing for a scholarship where he and the other candidates were put in a room with 1/2 hour time and told to write an essay. He noticed all the other kids with their proper typing posture as he settled into his NaNoWriMo slouch! (AND HE WON THE BIG SCHOLARSHIP!)
*snif*
That was so awesome to hear!
Anyway, he taught me a word. Onomotomania. It's when you've got that word on the tip of your tongue and you can't remember it AND IT'S DRIVING YOU CRAZY. I was, of course, experiencing it at the time. I was trying to tell him where I'd gone in Iowa, and it was like, "Not Boone. Near Boone, but not Boone. It's got a university. Not Boone. NOT. DAMN. BOONE. (And not Perth. Sean lives in Perth. That's in Australia. Not Perth. And NOT BOONE."
It was Ames. We had to look at the map!
Anyway. Five van-loads of leaves to the village compost pile later and I determined I have as many leaves as the whole rest of the village. Ethan says the extant leaves were sort of chopped up and compressed BUT I DON'T CARE. I'm sore.
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