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Longest Trading Card Game Playing Marathon

Many years ago, I was an associate professor at a large university in Pennsylvania. I had been working there for over a decade, and enjoyed my job immensely. State College was a typical college town full of pubs, shops, bookstores and fraternity houses. When school was in session, the city was bustling; in the summer, it quieted down significantly. I felt
completely satisfied with my life in the world of academia. During my tenure there, I had managed to be a good boy. I rarely went out, and if I did, it was for a coffee shop or lecture at the university. Most of my free time was spent laboring on my doctoral dissertation, a mammoth undertaking. I lived in a teeny apartment on top of a large mansion five miles outside the city. I rode my bike to work in the spring and fall, and took the bus in the winter.
    
At all universities, St. Patrick's Day is full of festivities, parties and class cutting. Nothing was different at my school. I returned home that evening after an easy day at school, and elected to go out. I would go to a pub, have dinner and watch a basketball game. It would be an early evening as I had to teach the following morning at 8:00. I debated whether or not to ride my bike. In the end, the fact that the buses stopped running at midnight, made my decision for me. I jumped on my trusty Schwinn, and pedaled to the city.
I stopped at "Mae's Irish Pub" which was supposed to be a hopping place. I didn't want to see any of my students as being in a pub with students was taboo.
After a delicious steak dinner, I relaxed at the bar to watch the Sixers game. It was just about over, and time for me to leave when I heard, "Mr. Angell! Mr. Angell! What are you doing here!"  I turned to see several of my female students standing behind me. They
were all wearing green, and had sparkling green shamrocks painted on their faces.
"I thought I would go out for a change. What are you girls up to?"    
   "It's party time. Would you like a green beer?”  
   "Sure, why not?" I answered.
   "Where is your spirit, Mr. Angell?" one of them asked. "Come here. I'll paint a shamrock or two on your face."
I didn't want to, but under pressure, I relented. Soon, four glittering shamrocks adorned my cheeks. I felt foolish, but I wanted to fit in.    After what seemed like 10 minutes, I checked my watch. It was 2:30! I had to leave.
"Sorry, everyone. I have to go." The group around me had grown to about twenty students.
I raced out of there, bicycled home and jumped in my bed fully clothed. At 7:15, my alarm rang. I sped out the house without showering, shaving or brushing my teeth. I didn't even look in a mirror.    I arrived at school with only minutes to spare. I ran the classroom, and
plopped on the chair, sweat pouring down my face.
"Wow Mr. Angell! You look great today," one of my students said. "Were you out last night?"
I wondered what he was talking about. I wiped the sweat off my face. The green sweat that is. The shamrocks were still on my cheeks.

Facts are the air of scientists. Without them you can never fly.

Linus Pauling

easy as pie
simple                   

My English exam was easy as pie. I got 98%!

to get up
to stand

Should we get up when the band plays “Irish Eyes Are Smiling?”

Well, Mrs. O'Connor, so you want a divorce?" the solicitor questioned his client. "Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge?"
"Oh, no," replied Mrs. O'Connor. "Shure now, we have a carport."
The solicitor tried again. "Well, does the man beat you up?"
"No, no," said Mrs. O'Connor, looking puzzled.
Still hopeful, the solicitor tried once again. "What I'm trying to find out are what grounds (reasons) you have for a divorce."
"Bless ye, sor. We live in a flat -- not even a window box, let alone grounds."
"Mrs. O'Connor," the solicitor said in considerable exasperation, "you need a reason so the court can consider your divorce. "What is the reason you are seeking this divorce?"
"Ah, well now," said the lady. "Shure it's because the man can't hold an intelligent conversation."

Dear Honey,
I woke up at ten o’clock because I slept late. I met my new friend at 11.00 a.m. We had breakfast in the hotel’s café.  We went to the beach to watch the whales, but we didn’t see them. We had waited for the whales for age, so we were tired.I arrived back at the hotel at 7pm. I had my dinner. Then I prepared my things. I slept early. Love Aysel…

AYSEL ERKOVAN
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