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I don’t know how long ago, I signed up online to try out to be a contestant on Wheel of Fortune. When I say I don’t know how long ago, I really mean it was sometime during the last school year and I’m pretty sure there was snow on the ground – so your guess is as good as mine.

I’d forgotten about it for the longest time. Looking back, I forgot about it despite watching the show many times since then.

I’d forgotten, that is, until today. I received an email stating: “Congratulations! You have been selected to attend a WHEEL OF FORTUNE contestant audition in your area (by invitation only). We have reserve the following appointment for you…” blah blah blah.

Ho.ly. shit. Needless to say, I almost pissed myself. The auditions are in the Spokane area – Airway Heights, specifically – and on the worst day possible for me – Wednesday. Deadline day. FRICK!

So, unfortunately, I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it. If anybody in the Spokane area is free early Wednesday afternoon (EDIT: Aug. 13), would like to try out to be on Wheel of Fortune and can make it to Airway Heights… let me know. I’m allowed to give my invitation to somebody else and I’d be really happy to do so. I don’t know how long I’ve told myself, “I should go on Wheel of Fortune!” I almost think that even if I could make it to the audition, I wouldn’t go – the thought of even the possibility of being on national TV kinda freaks me out.

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I got my business cards today for the Chronicle; It’s nice to have them when we’ve got about a month left of publishing the paper. They were a nice little surprise to find on my desk when I returned from our staff meeting.

As you can see, I got a buttload of them. OK, not really, because I’m pretty sure you can’t order much less than a box this size (because really, what’s the point?) but it’s more than I’m going to need in a month’s time. I doubt I would have even given this many out had I had them since May.

Anywho, I’m excited. And yes, that’s “Editor” there under my name. And kboyd@hagadone.com as well. I feel way too cool. And yes, I just used the term “anywho.”

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Washington state is doing something right.

Look for updates later, but this – for the most part – makes me happy.

UPDATE 5:30 p.m.
It’s about damn time the state expects a little more out of high schoolers. I can’t express in words how sick it makes me when I encounter a high school graduate who doesn’t know the difference between “there,” “their” and “they’re.” Or “your” and “you’re.” Or “its” and “it’s.” Or… the list goes on. This isn’t to say that everybody should have perfect grammar, those are just some of the simplest examples I can think of. I know there are perfectly understandable reasons why a person wouldn’t know the there/their/they’re thing… probably the same reasons I’ll never for the life of me understand trig again. Or why all things chemistry went flying out of my head the second that semester of high school ended (Wait. Rewind. I never learned it in the first place.*)

I know it’s not the teachers’ fault. I learned it. I’m not a genius. I’m not even that smart, really. Trust me. And if I learned this stuff, my guess is that most everybody else can, too. It infuriates me that people are allowed to graduate from high school knowing as little as some do.

I just think it’s about time the state does something about it. I remember back when my class took the WASLs (ugh, I know, but still) and a very, very (VERY) small percentage of us passed them. It surprised me then but now I see the school system just allows people to skate by to get their diploma. What they don’t seem to realize is that while attending college is a norm, preparing high schoolers for college apparently is not. Even with my salutatorian status and 3.9-something GPA, I wasn’t prepared for college.

Anyway, I lost my train of thought and it’s been a long week so I’m not worried about getting back on my rant. I just hope this bit of legislation ends up helping the youth (“Teach da yout!”) instead of giving them more room to take fluff electives.

* That was the fault of the teacher. But I won’t get into that. It’s been four years and my memory’s a little fuzzy, but there was something about it apparently not being his duty to help us outside of the classroom. Believe me, I would have learned some chemistry if the teacher would have taught some.

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