High school competitive Quiz open season. 1982 or thereabouts. Anybody with the guts for it could enter. Having the guts didn’t cost anything, so off to the quizzes I went.
I didn’t do particularly well that year, a fifth place in science and third place in English (I think).
My brother Uwel, three years my senior, and his friends were there cheering for me through the windows and grates of the school library where it was held. The talk was that I can finally put upright the chairs he knocked down while we were in high school. I was sure he was proud of me.
I remember the buzz and tension after every question. I’m usually indifferent about things like this, but that time they managed to get me excited. Excited enough to look forward to the following year.
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thanks eric cyntch and carina for the photo.
