Test Day!!!

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Jeopardy! Online test is tonight. Great scott! I'm a little nervous.

But as Matt reminded me last night, if I don't know everything now, I'm never gonna know everything. And I have determined that I am never going to know my British royalty.

Wish me luck!

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Amy said…
So, tonight I learned:
1) a baby swan is called a cygnet
2) Stephen Douglas was Lincoln's secretary of state
3) James Buchanan was the only bachelor president
4) The Matisse Museum is in Nice
5) The Dashwood family is mentioned in the first line of "Sense and Sensibility", NOT Pride and Prejudice.
...among other things.
January 29, 2008 at 8:19 PM
berry said…
I'm so excited! whatever the outcome, you pretty much rock.

let the blogosphere know when you get the chance.
January 29, 2008 at 11:43 PM
Justmatt said…
As an outsider watching this test take place - I can say it was intense and interesting. Amy had 14 secs. to answer each question. It was kinda stressful watching...
oh and one thing Amy forgot to mention that she "learned" -
The first book of the new testament is Matthew.
January 30, 2008 at 10:06 AM
Cool Dad said…
oops. happens to the best of us.
January 30, 2008 at 11:38 AM
Amy said…
Wait! That was misleading. I got the Matthew one right! And lots of others!
January 30, 2008 at 2:31 PM
Justmatt said…
Yeah - My bad...that is why I put it in quotes....
I was mocking that they would even ask that.. sorry for the confusion. Proceed.
January 30, 2008 at 3:08 PM
Jack and Lexi's Mom said…
Well... When will you be on T.V? I need to get my TIVO programmed!
January 30, 2008 at 4:58 PM
Cool Dad said…
oh ok :) comment retracted
January 31, 2008 at 4:09 PM
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