The rules say you must bring your own balls
May 30, 2008
Jun 22, 2008
But no, this is not the place for those stories. This blog is a place only for the painfully boring. The tragedy of it is that to me, it's all so inherently exciting that I tried to find something agonizingly dry to put here and failed miserably. Exhibit A:
Now isn't that just fun? Sigh.
On Saturday, I spent a deleriously happy day as a volunteer at the 2008 National Science Olympiad Tournament. Sure, there are many tales that could be told of the day: tales of what it's like to volunteer amidst hundreds of projectile-launching middle schoolers, of the fame and glory that hung in the balance for them, of the middle school science geek camraderie and romance (ok, so it was really just the 6th-grade boys pining after the 9th-grade girls...) I observed over the course of that happy day, of how ridiculously good it was too see two of my childhood mentors and heros after too many long years, of how it still makes me happy that the organization's longstanding national director's last name is "Putz..."