Blackjack Day: Why I Don't Gamble

    I didn't really understand what was going on when I got to class Wednesday. Mr. Kapptie handed me a stack of poker chips, and Noah started asking me if I was allowed to gamble. I sat down (next to Brooke luckily; she seemed to know what was going on) and was totally ok with not getting many instructions. Figuring out what to do is sometimes the most enjoyable part of these activity days. When Mr. Kapptie aid Blackjack I knew twenty-one was my goal, but didn't have any strategy for getting there or know the details of the game. Mr. Kapptie told us twelve could play at a time, so I started small and put one chip in. I didn't really understand how close I should get to twenty-one, so I made eighteen or nineteen my stopping point (oops...). I bet low all three games I played. Then, in my final game, I bet all my chips except one. And I busted. I'm definitely glad I don't gamble because I don't like how stressful it gets. The comparisons Mr. Kapptie made the next day between the stock market and blackjack were interesting. I like what he said about being consistent because if I'd have been consistent I wouldn't have lost as much money.

Moral of the Story: Gambling=No Money