11 Oct 2006
On The Eleventh Day of Bobtober…
Holy growth spurt, Batman! My neck looks like I was strapped down and stretched on a Medieval torture device. The red mark on my cheek looks nearly invisible, likely because it blends in well with all the other pimples.
Grade 10 has to be the best time in high school. You’re over the initial shock of Grade 9 and all the baggage that goes with it, and there’s none of the pressure of choosing which classes to take or choosing which university to go to that exists in the later grades. I don’t remember a lot of stories from Grade 10. I do, however, remember getting 100% on my midterm report card for Algebra 10. I ended up getting the math award for my grade that year, which was a bit shocking because there was a girl in our school that usually wiped the floor with all of us, mathematically speaking. Her dad was also a math prof at the university, not that I’m suggesting anything, mind you. Also beat out another guy whose dad was one of the math teachers at our school. But it’s not about the awards, right? It’s all about the betterment of humankind… 
Update: It’s Bobtoberfest Eve! Start warming up your birthday e-cards! “Maguire” is spelled M-A-G, not M-C-G, M-A-C-G, M-A-Q-U, M-C-Q-U, nor M-A-C-Q-U. It’s M-A-G…
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