The final term, yay! 3 months of demotivation and barely getting by until summer starts. Sweet, beautiful, break.
Feb 19 - Duotrigor-Don't
Duotrigordle. Sounds like a spell. Feels like a curse. The premise? Solve 32 Wordles. At. The. Same. Time. In a limited number of guesses.
The suffering began immediately. It took us over 20 minutes. Most of which consisted of Sid speaking rapid-fire guesses while the rest of us nodded solemnly, too stunned to contribute. The words kind of melted together, but it was an interesting mind-boggle. .
Did we finish? Not really. Did we win? Also no. But did we keep guessing anyway like stubborn toddlers who refuse to accept bedtime? Yes. Yes, we did. The moral of the story? Duotrigordle is no warmup. It’s psychological warfare disguised as a word game.
The rest of AEP was abruptly cut off by club time. Fun.
Feb 26 - Wordle. Exam. Identity Crisis.
Ah, yes. A shortened period. A blessing. Or so I thought.
We dove straight into Wordle, a classic we usually devour by the third try. Not today. Ms. Disa held the pen—a twist in the timeline—and the guesses began. Kuk saved the day with “Award.” On the second-last try. Tragic with a hint of triumph. This is the emotional rollercoaster I didn’t buy tickets for.
Then came the exams. Oh, the sweet taste of humble pie. I, who believed I was invincible, was forced to reckon with my mistakes. The real kicker? A neat answer sheet Ms. made with ChatGPT. (Hi bestie.) She emphasized AI is a tool, not a crutch. I stared at my paper and nodded, soul crumbling slowly.
Just when I thought it was over, maps entered the scene. A worksheet with confusing letters, blurry instructions, and no backup plan. Ms. didn’t double-check the print, so we adapted like confused survivors in an apocalyptic geography class. Eventually, we each had to give a sentence comparing the maps. Mine was... a sentence. That’s all I’ll say.
February, you’ve been wild. You brought me Duotrigordle-induced headaches, Wordle near-failures, and the shocking realization that maybe I’m not that good at map-reading. Thanks, I hate it. But I’m still standing. Barely.
yes... grrrr.... i have now mastered chat GPT ( hi bestie)....
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