Back on the job as official timer, I practised starting, stopping and clearing in preparation for the uber exciting final battles between Elizabeth Seaton, St Patrick, Charles R. Beaudoin and Burlington Central.
|Look at the spirit! Wish my photo of the all-in green shamrock clad St. Patrick team had turned out.|
Still listening to the teams reciting the names of the authors and pondering over the answers had me forget myself. The questions were hard! The battlers tough and prepared.
“In what book do Lee and Cassie go skinny dipping late at night?” Ahh! I don’t know, I should know.
Canadian Award winner.
I think Burlington Central had this question and snapped off the answer easily: Homefree by Sharon Jennings.
|Tori is the spokesperson for BCHS. Don’t forget to read The Happy Journal of Tori Edwards by Estelle Salata.|
But I read this book and loved it. Still I didn’t remember. How many times did I suddenly look down in dismay at my black time travel device and shout out “Time!” Seemed like my job should have been the simplest.
|“I owe it all to the wonderful teachers and librarians of Burlington”–the speech each student really wanted to give.|
Here are the winners: Charles R Beaudoin. But really, they’re all winners. They’re smart and enjoy reading and they all seemed to have fun. Congratulations all around!
Afterwards battlers acted as my first school audience ever to enjoy my crush.candy.corpse presentation.
We had some great actors and future editors. I sneak previewed my spring 2013 book, Death Goes Viral . In Q & A afterwards a Charles R. Beaudoin student asked me how long it took for a book to go from idea to print. I stammered about the economy and how it used to be fairly quick but now it could take two years and more. Trick question! The CRB students then reminded me that I test read the first three chapters of Death Goes Viral to them a couple of years ago in an Artist in Education week. I had consulted with them on possible titles. They have been waiting and watching ever since. Okay, sometimes three years.
I should hope it's three years, Sylvia. Sometimes it takes me nine or ten.