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Emergent is a word after all.

I think using Free Rice so often has subconsciously beefed up my vocabulary.

A few months back the word 'emergent' rolled from my mouth as if it had been a long time resident of my tongue. But the very second I said it, my head cocked and I asked myself "where did that word come from?"

Still, I never looked it up. It seemed logical to me that if something can be an emergency than things too can be emergent. But the more I used it, the more I realized no one knowingly knows that word. People I know and consider to be highly intelligent were caught off guard by my use of 'emergent' in conversation. Then they'd laugh, ask me where I heard it, and call me "silly" or "cute" for making up my own words.

Alas! The great internet dictionary tells me that it is a word and, greater than that, I have been using it correctly. Since many of my smartest friends had never heard the word before, I have determined that I must have Free Rice to thank for this new addition to my vocabulary. Back to the game! Time to learn new words!

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