justwrite 26 november

Yes, she’s a rock star.

Is this likely to be the title?

No.

Come on.

Not that one either.

Whitney has never been to an academic team match. Not a lot of people have, actually. I have. It’s pretty entertaining. There are different rounds and different schools and different people staring and comparing answers and buzzer techniques and the sneak attacks on the stacks of brain cells dwelling well back there in the reserves serving up aces through the spaces that used to be empty and are now collapsing into synapses in hapless traps through tripping numbers and colors by Benneton united and divided falling all along the watchtower of popular culture and history and blistery speed heedless of audience knowledge in the college of bothersome facts that track backwards to somewhere in your past where someone once said to you or a pen bled through to two pages of notes quoting professors and stressors in such situations are plain to see meeting the eye with the armpit abyss of sweat of notyet oh no! answer blow-bys going high up and away where to stay is to be fooled again and yes again and then someone wins and someone spins victory out of defeat and heads home to chrome the dictionary or rev up the whatever just whatever some clever metaphor for studying just insert it here.