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Sunday, March 21, 2004

Ive given up on spelling and typing for today.


For English. Supposed to be humerous by copying an author's style. Sort of worked.


Debate is just another one of those sports of today’s youth. You start with a folder, notebook paper, and cards, no doubt stapled, and maybe, if you are really on top of it as a novice debater, a box, you know, one of those small ones with a flip-top lid, where the hinges will inevitably break within the first or second tourney. You think you are all that. Until you get to your first round where you find out the tournament has collapsed all the levels because they don’t have enough teams. You get there first, put your box on the table, and sit and wait, staring at the judge. Then they come, pushing a cart stacked four high with tubs-not boxes mind you, but tubs. They kick off their shoes, pull out their egg times, and lift their boxes down from the cart. You can tell by the force they exert that each tub must weigh over 50 pounds, and they land with a thud next to the chairs the other team now inhabits. They pull myriads of expands out of their fist two boxes, and stack them to make a podium that hits them right below the chest. You can’t even see over it, and for your speech they have to lift one of the tubs down for you. You pull out your notes on how to debate, just like the coach asked you to do. You ask the judge for their paradigm, pronouncing it para-dig-em, and the other team laughs and asks the judge questions like, “What is your threshold on T?” and, “What do you evaluate in round first?”. They set their timers and start speaking, hitting the timer with a sharp “whap!” to start it. Their words come out faster the a rap star’s, and before you know it they have tossed the first page aside and continued onto the next. You scramble to try and write out the tags, writing longhand across the page. The timer beeps with a screech, signaling the end of their speech and the beginning of CX. You rise to ask some questions and spend the majority of the time staring off into space as they explain their answers, referencing cards and empirical examples. The debate continues from there and in the end they stand up, shake hands with you, and congratulate you on a good debate round.

I knit a hat- and crochetedone too. yay.

I got to spend a lot of time w A this wkend. ( i love the ring). (state debate). too bad we didnt place at state. o well *shrugs* im realyl apathetic today. yet not.


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