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20:32 - Friday, Sept. 04, 2015 Excessive competitiveness has been a problem for me since time immemorial. I have crystal clear memories of upending Scrabble boards, crying a contact lens out during, ahem, the WARMUP to a racquetball tournament from sheer frustration, and hotly contesting the rules of indoor mini golf that Julian and his brother had just invented ten minutes prior. I do exactly what I am not supposed to do at yoga class: stare around the room when everyone has their eyes closed and try to model my poor form after theirs. I make monetary bets with people over claims in casual conversation, get stroppy during team-building employee volleyball (nobody at work can play volleyball, me included), and rail against invisible route-setters at the climbing gym for being unfair or at the tape for having fallen off a hold that is CLEARLY meant to be part of the route. In dodgeball, though, I try very hard to reign it in, and make it about halfway there. I know I'm supposed to be a role model for the students about how to show socially acceptable behavior during a friendly game. Whether me, or any of us really, are the best people to be demonstrating good social skills is a topic for another, much longer entry, and perhaps not one in a public forum.
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