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flexagonSo then tonight I middled a 3-high in class. Crazy, crazy good. My memories of it are a little blurred, actually -- what I remember sharply is being at the park with Scooper beforehand, the moment we looked at each other and realized we hadn't tried middling/basing it together yet. We stepped into it kind of weirdly calm and nailed it, first try, with a top flyer I knew from my old castell-building days.
After we got there, so did two or three other groups. I knew it would be that way. The whole class slowly edging toward something, then getting to be part of the catalyst that tips it into Success! After! Success! -- that's all I could ever ask for. So satisfying.
After we got there, so did two or three other groups. I knew it would be that way. The whole class slowly edging toward something, then getting to be part of the catalyst that tips it into Success! After! Success! -- that's all I could ever ask for. So satisfying.
