re: Let me say this in response to the "Arkansas should be in the...

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Well, at least in the Big XII we wont have Ole Miss fans to put up with....

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geez, you are coming up with good material. what next? calling us the klan?

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I will have to say Arky has been one of my favorite trips to make.

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I still want to make the trip to Knoxville...
I've heard great things about the atmosphere.

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I've heard great things about the atmosphere.

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Thats a lie.

GTFO

What kind of dumbass looks at my 'Why does Bama cheat' as anything more than a joke?

Jesus H Christ

Some of you are either 11 or just plain fricking stupid.

Iam dyslexic. Dyslexia means having difficulty reading.
For me dyslexia has meant that from the middle of second
grade until the end of third grade, I was pulled out
of my regular class to go to a special tutor who taught me
how to read. Because of dyslexia, I had to learn things most
kids take for granted.
I remember that I didn’t think I was going to the tutor
because of my dyslexia; I thought I was going there to learn
cursive. I didn’t like leaving class because I enjoyed reading.
I just wasn’t good at it.
Sometimes I forget that I ever had trouble reading at all.
But the feelings I had when I couldn’t read were, well,
upsetting and weird.They were weird because I wasn’t used
to not being able to do something I wanted to do.And yet
with reading, I wanted to read, but I couldn’t. I remember
in first grade I couldn’t even read a word like “cookies.” I
remember I couldn’t pronounce it. When I pronounced it
wrong,my teacher corrected me and I thought,“how come
the other kids don’t have problems like this?” I knew the
word cookie and I used the word cookie (and I ate cook-
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ies!). But looking at the letters that spelled cookie, I could
not tell what the word was.
I remember that for summer vacation after first grade, if
we read for twenty hours and kept a chart, we would have
a pizza party when school started. I really liked pizza but it
was hard for me to read, and I was worried whether I would
be able to read twenty hours. Now, twenty hours would be
easy, especially when I’m reading J. K. Rowling, Philip
Pullman, or Lewis Carroll.
In second grade, I knew I wasn’t good at reading
because I was in the lowest reading group. The teacher
would say “go into your reading group” and, though she
never said it was the lowest, I could tell because of the size
of the books that different groups were reading. In the lowest
reading group we were reading Frog and Toad. In the
medium group they were reading I Was a First Grade
Werewolf. The highest reading group was reading George’s
Marvelous Medicine.
There were only three people in my reading group.My
friends wanted to be in the easy reading group because they
thought their books were too hard. I wanted to be in the
harder reading group because I didn’t like being in my
group. I wanted to be reading other books.
One of my predictions for the New Year when I was in
second grade was “I’ll start third grade and not be held back
by my reading. I’ll get better at my reading.” In the middle
of second grade, I must have been really concerned about
this, because my other predictions were not quite so serious—
they were about going to more garage sales with my
father.
My father and I have a Saturday ritual of going to garage
sales on those Saturdays when he isn’t working.We start off
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M Y Y E A R W I T H HARRY POTTER
in our neighborhood and go to others. One time when we
were looking for garage sales,we were looking for one that
was on Grove Street. I thought you spelled Grove “G-r-o-v.”
But we were on a street that said G-r-o-v-e and I thought
we were on a street called “Grover.”My dad hadn’t noticed
that we were on Grove. I said, “Well, we are on Grover.
How far away is Grove from Grover?” I guess that is an
example of my dyslexia.
But, although I’m dyslexic, I love words! In third grade
at the end of the school year, we had to do a report on an
“ology”—like Egyptology or vulcanology or zoology. I
really liked myths, so I wanted to do mythology. But my
teacher said that I already knew a lot about myths, so she
encouraged me to do something else. I decided to do a
report on etymology, which means the study of the history
of words. J. K. Rowling seems interested in words, too. I
love to read the words she has made up: Quidditch,
Azkaban, Diagon, Quaffle.
By the time I got to fourth grade, two things had happened.
The first thing was that I had learned how to read
through the special tutoring. And I’d done it just in time!
Because the second thing that happened was that Harry
Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone was published. When I got
Harry Potter for Christmas, all the other kids thought it was
just another one of those books I read because I had
brought big books to school before.
But this Harry Potter book wasn’t just another book. It
was the best book that I had read. I wanted everyone else to
have a chance to read it, so I spent my March allowance and
bought a copy for my teacher to read to the class.
By that summer, another Harry Potter book was out. I
bought this one in Santa Fe when we were on vacation. I
READING HARRY POTTER
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finished it in three days because it was so suspenseful. But I
still thought the first book was better.The third book in the
Harry Potter series was lent to me by my school librarian at
the end of summer vacation. It wasn’t out in the United
States yet, but she had a British copy. I took real good care
of it because it wasn’t my copy. I thought this was the best
book I had ever read.
As I was reading it, I told my mother, “I can tell two
things about J. K. Rowling: She is a Christian and she isn’t
a vegetarian.” I knew this because there wasn’t much vegetarian
food at Hogwarts, unlike some vegetarian places in
fantasy books, like Tom Bombadil’s house in J. R. R.
Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings and Medwyn’s Hidden Valley in
Lloyd Alexander’s The Book of Three. I knew J. K. Rowling
was Christian because Kwanzaa and Hanukah and
Ramadan weren’t celebrated at Hogwarts.
When the American copy of the third book came out,
I read it and reread it and reread it again.
Reading Harry Potter was easy. Getting up to the point
of being able to read it was not. If I hadn’t known how to
read, Harry Potter might have flown right past my life.

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What kind of dumbass looks at my 'Why does Bama cheat' as anything more than a joke?

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It just gets old whether it is a joke or not.

ARKANSAS HAS THE BEST TRACK AND FIELD EVAR! TAKE THAT, SEC!!!!!!1111

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EVAR

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please tell me that was a joke Utah...

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please tell me that was a joke Utah...

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Would I post at all if I weren't joking? Hardly. You guys are way too serious sometimes.