Charlize | Week 15 | Wordle in 5️⃣
As the clock strikes twelve and midnight arrives, I know it’s another day of tumultuous grinding. But preceding all my assignments is my daily task of utmost importance. I type out the word that I have been using for—wow! Exactly 100 days! Happy 100th anniversary to:
GRAPE
We are off to a good start today! P has to be in the beginning, as having “rp” in a word doesn’t really make sense. There’s not many words with this arrangement, so I’m set for a 3.
PRIDE
“Pride” just didn’t seem like a Wordle word, and my Wordle-intuition was correct. I begin to have an ominous feeling.
PROVE
Oh man.
In hindsight it was such a terrible guess. “Prove” had probably been used before, and it also didn’t seem like Wordle word. But let’s move on….
PRUNE
Okay.
PRUDE
A few minutes later, I receive two messages. I click on the first one.
“WORDLE IN 3”
Three??? That could’ve been me. I swallow my pride and type out “5 😡 .”
“GET SMOKED”
The other message is a simple “4.”
“5.”
“YOR SO STOID”
I’m sure most of you have played the New York Times’s daily Wordle. Guess a five letter word in six attempts; yellow means it’s a correct letter in an incorrect position, green means it's a correct letter in the correct spot. It’s fun, a little boost of dopamine before I go back to staring at my assignment. But it’s also so much more than that. Am I superstitious? Not really. But a bad Wordle means misfortune. A “5” right before my chem test? That’s about to be a 50%.
But at this point, there’s still one more Wordler missing.
I’ve been playing with my friend—let’s call him Ethan “Yaoimaxxer” Alex—every day since June of last year. For every game I win, I gain a point, and vice versa. If we both tie, we each receive a point. I have two other friends I text my Wordle scores to, but it’s not as competitive as the one I have with Mr. Yaoilogist.
Yet, after hundreds of nights, the only words that I have fond memories of are the ones we had to exchange hints over, which we never do because it’s more fun to watch each other struggle, or the ones that will haunt me for the rest of my life. One of my favorite hints was “cream” to the word “beard” (if you know you know). The hint I got for “gumbo” was “Louisiana,” which I have to admit was a good one. And then you have the words I wasn’t able to get, the one hurting the most being… “Freak.” It was such an easy word??? I had “REA” in the middle and just guessed random words because I couldn’t think of anything. I guessed “ureal” before “freak.” Are we kidding?
I have won the first Wordle Battle at 100-98 (the word was gavel!), but the fight continues. The score’s 136-132 in my favor and I am not about to let some chum beat me in Wordle. We’ll see if I can prevail today even with this shameful score.
Hi, Charlize. I really enjoyed the structure of this blog. I remember Wordle being all the rage in middle school. I can vaguely remember my homeroom teacher playing every Friday with my period, but I could be wrong, it was a long time ago. I don’t play Wordle a lot, but when I do (like today, thank you for the inspiration) I get so upset if I don’t get the word. When I do, I am ecstatic. I guess this could also relate to real life, if I achieve something, I’m ecstatic, and if I don’t, I’m upset. Maybe Wordle is life. Wordle is the world. I guess you also could relate to that conclusion with your chem tests being related to Wordle. There are so many things and aspects of life that can relate to Wordle. However, the difference between you and me is that I’m complaining about not getting the word right but not making any effort to improve. I mean, obviously if I don’t consistently practice my chances of getting the Wordle word correct are much lower. I find it very admirable that you have a consistent streak with this, even if it is for entertainment. I’m sure you have some benefit from the continuous puzzles. I also like how Wordle is such a semi-limited experience in the sense that the main game is only playable once a day so it creates a sense of anticipation and keeps daily and continued interest (APENG analysis coming out).
ReplyDeleteHello, Charlize! I do have some questions about your friend’s rather…interesting…nickname, but your blog kind of reminded me of how I used to spam those silly GamePigeon games with my friends last year. I’ve never been good at word games, and Wordle is no exception. It’s pretty easy, but I’ve gone through “Wordle phases,” where my interest wanes every couple of days or so. Even though I don’t really view Wordle as a fun game, I do have to appreciate how consistent The New York Times is at uploading new ones and making them interesting. It’s admirable seeing just how dedicated you are to the Wordle grind (I’m assuming 1 point is a day’s Wordle), and I hope you maintain that lead.
ReplyDeleteHi Charlize, before I say anything else, I just wanted to say props to you because I could never play Wordle with the commitment that you play it. I can honestly tell you that I hate Wordle, not only is it my least favorite New York Times game, it is my least favorite game of all time. I do think that it is very nice that you have such a nice way to bond with your friends (nice nickname by the way) that doesn’t include sending tik toks or reels, but actually challenging yourselves mentally. Your scores are insane because how do you even get to 136 points? I'm still struggling to solve Wordle’s on the daily, I average about 3/7 Wordle’s solved per week, but I am just an amateur by the standards of such a committed and seasoned Wordler such as yourself. The innocence of high schoolers is lost on a lot of people right now, but in a few years when we are sitting around catching up with old friends, these are the core memories that we are going to look back and reminisce about. It goes beyond just these shared laughs and playful moments, the bonds we form and the harmless insults that get thrown not only help us cultivate a happy memory box, but also build our personalities. One day we are going to get drop kicked into the deep end of the world all by ourselves and it’s almost inevitable that we will feel lost, but just the fact that we could do something as simple as playing Wordle with your friend will have taught you so much and given you so much joy that you can replicate it and bring that with you the rest of your life. I know it sounds dramatic, but this is exactly the kind of stuff my mom tells me: to cherish every moment, live it like it’s your last, and never forget the fun things because just cause you did it once, doesn’t mean you can’t do it again.
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