the game
Thinking of school as a game was just the hook I needed to make each test and homework assignment a challenging and rewarding experience.
The roots of this lay in the fact that I was part of a game- playing family. Each week my mother, father, and I would sit down and play the classic games: Clue, Risk, Scrabble, Boggle— anything we could get our hands on. We were a very competitive family and enjoyed challenging our minds and improving our strategies each and every week. More importantly, the games were a chance to learn about each other. The games themselves were incidental.
No matter what, when I sat down at that table, I was gunning for my mother and she was gunning for me (in a loving way, of course). There was nothing mean-spirited about it; we simply enjoyed playing against each other and competing each week to see who would come out on top. I would study her playing style, anticipate her next move, and adapt my playing style to disarm her— and she would do the same to me
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