I don’t know what the volcano had to do with anything
Last night I dreamed that I was going to grad school on the side of Mount St. Helens. The school was holding a spelling bee, and I just barely made it into the televised rounds (I turned my registration form in late, go figure).
This was an “adult” spelling bee, so the format was different. Two contestants went head to head. The moderator (my high-school college counselor—no, I don’t know why) would read a sentence out loud, and the first player to spell the whole sentence correctly would win the round. We were allowed scratch paper, but she would only read it once, though, so you had to write fast.
In some of the earlier rounds, I saw that most of the sentences were written on the Sonic across the street. They’re making this too easy! But no one else seemed to notice.
When my turn came, I gave it my best shot but was out almost immediately. Apparently a “quizzling” is a type of whale harpoon, and it’s spelled with two z’s. Who knew?
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