The Tuttster

The Tuttster, as I have so affectionately taken to calling King Tut, made some serious strides today.

And by that I mean she quit taking notes after five minutes.

I would've quit if I were her, too.

50% of the words on her page were spelled wrong.
That's HALF, people.
For her sake, I'm modifying the phrase "stop while you're ahead" to a slightly more appropriate "stop when you can at least break even".  

The first sentence (fragment) on her page: 

"Very advance in techology." 

Techology.

Scariface.

Calim.

Drout. (Drought.) 

Foriengers.

Inivators. (Innovators.) 

I started to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Maybe she's created her own short hand.

Maybe she's dyslexic. 

I have reason to believe that both of these possibilities are 100% false.

For the latter, you could mix up the letters in some of those words and they still wouldnt be English. Or correct. 

In regards to the former, that would require a certain shortness to the words.

A specific instance we've encountered shoots down the theory.

Topic: Sumer. A region of Mesopotamian times. 

Her rendition: Sunnemner.  

WHAT?!?

But it gets worse.
Her academic struggles aren't solely confined to spelling.

Also can I add to this that she's spilled coffee on me twice?

Someone please help me.

King Tut

King Tut, as mentioned in an earlier post, is the girl I sit next to in history.

She continues to astound me with her spelling skills.

I walk in there every time thinking

Don't be distracted by her notes.

Don't glance over.

Don't read them. 

Do.

Not.

Look.

But I just can't help it....

I think deep down part of me is hoping for some semblance of improvement from week to week.

Thus far I have been disappointed.

Provety

Budah

Suffring

Modrat

Happienese 

But by "disappointed" I mean "happie" to have something to blog about. 

At least her listening skills are 100%

Hahaha no, no, I'm just kidding.

I <3 King Tut. 

The Hunt

The college kids from my church have an annual campus-wide scavenger hunt. I'd been hearing about it for weeks. It's a pretty big deal. 

Egg hunts being a favorite, I was 100% on board. 

This is what I thought it would be like: 

What it was actually like: 

I first realized this was no children's game when we got to the "Reaping".

Names were called out, alliances formed, friendships shattered forever...

Not really, but it was very Hunger Gamesy, but I thought it would be okay. These kinds of things are for show.

Wrong.

We got an "initial packet"

In the Hunger Games this would have been the equivalent of helpful things: water, rope, medicine.

This is what we got: 

Within the first 30 seconds my team was climbing a fence. 

This is the moment that I knew I shouldn't have worn jeans. Or taken a shower beforehand.

This is the moment when we met our first puzzle.

And one of my teammates solved it. In five seconds. 

After realizing I was going to be pretty useless the whole time...

It pretty much a dramatic downhill spiral from there. 

I shamelessly belittled myself to the position of "envelope opener" about half way through. 

We did make it to the end.

Which was probably the only time I showed any kind of enthusiasm or athletic ability. 

I'd like to applaud my team for not leaving me to die. 

Because I'm 99% sure we came in dead last. 

That may or may not be contributed to the fact that I did nothing. 

Moral of the story: AU Scavenger hunts = Not like egg hunts.

At all.