And So, We Can Think of This Journey As A Walk Down Memory Lane
I turned my last final in today at a few minutes before five. sigh. I can always feel that big sigh of stress lifting off my brain when I make that realization. So, in celebration of that occasion, I let myself go back to an old haunt I posted about awhile ago, Emode-now-Tickle, and looked at the long, long list of all the tests I’ve ever taken. And as a small walk down memory lane, here’s the first test I ever took on Emode, back when the Internet was a simpler place and I was a carefree teenager, prone to the trends my friends send my way, and with a ton of free time to waste.
No bones about it, you’re an intelligent, playful Pug. Witty and charming, you’re a lot of dog wrapped in a small package. People just love you — a wonderful approachability and sense of humor put you at the top of everyone’s list. And because you’re smart and quick-witted, you attract a crowd wherever you go. (Have you ever considered running for office or starting a company? You’ve got the charisma for either.) But that doesn’t mean you can’t be a little naughty or mischievous when opportunity knocks — you’ve definitely got a nose for fun! A happy, optimistic breed, you’re admired and respected by all. Woof!
I hate pugs. I think they’re ugly. But I must have thought something in this was cool.
Right. And I just checked William Faulkner in for a Criminal Justice test. He tells me his parents didn’t read much.