The Girl at the Pool - Part 2
I had a debate Saturday. It was at a public high school. My partner was the one that I had discussed in the previous post "Failure". As I had said before, she is amazing, both as a person and as a debater. Anyways, since I don't know if I mentioned this in the previous post, and because I'm too lazy to look back, I want to mention the fact that she is extremely over-secure. She's one of those people who never belittles themselves. I hate that, but oh well.
I had a debate Saturday. It was at a public high school. My partner was the one that I had discussed in the previous post "Failure". As I had said before, she is amazing, both as a person and as a debater. Anyways, since I don't know if I mentioned this in the previous post, and because I'm too lazy to look back, I want to mention the fact that she is extremely over-secure. She's one of those people who never belittles themselves. I hate that, but oh well.
Surprisingly, we do considerably well as a team even though our political views are completely opposites. We debated our second round with a tiny slip of paper written by her mom. When we learnt we got into the finals, instead of using our 15 minutes to prepare, we wasted time talking about other stuff. That pretty much sums our strategy. We both ended up going up to the podium with nothing but a couple words on our notes listing our 3 points. Funny thing is, we actually won. So much for power team. No offense the the second place team.
Now regarding the little incident at Lord Byng. Yes, I might have given a strange look. I don't feel as if what was done was the right thing. The statement must have hurt the feelings of the first place girl and made an embarrassing situation for the organizers. However, the thing that is most unfair was her placement. As for that highly functioning sociopath, "Really buddy, I thought you were on my side."
Fine, I'll admit it. I
might be a little chicken once in a while. The reason for the title of this
blog is a reference to when I did my bronze cross at the Aquatic
Center. I'm pretty sure my instructor called me girly for I was too
scared to get into that freezing water. I actually wore a T-Shirt while in
the pool and ran to the kiddy pool at the end of each session to warm up. On
the flip side, I am not insecure because I listen to Michael Buble
and Celine Dion. They are seriously great singers.
Although they have bad advice for the past little while, they are the best. I'm starting to
think that my partner is a little over-secure. Might be her culture, but I
don't understand why she doesn't seem to see how dangerous things are in this
world. Depending on gods supposedly found on the back of
math tests....
Ivan, first thing is that I want a link fro your post to mine - give credit when credit is due. Secondly, leave my favorite highly functioning sociopath out of this. Thirdly, saying that you aren't a chicken and then going on to discuss that you couldn't deal with the cold water in the pool and that you listen to Celine Dion and Michael Boob does not help your case. My sister would agree. Also, I'm the one with a thing for the Latin/Portugese boys, not necessarily my sister. I'd like to clarify that though I prefer them, their culture and their mannerisms, I do not confine myself to exclusively them. I think that It was unfair to say that I wouldn't give a chance to a non-Latino. I also don't think that there is anything wrong with me being over confident, there is a greater chance that I will make It in life than someone who has zero self belief (not to say that you have zero self belief or that you aren't going to make It in life - I think that you will.) Fourthly, please don't make me sound like an alcoholic, or blame my occasional consumption for my bravery, as you said yourself it's probably my ethnicity more than anything else. Fifthly, there is going to be a lenghty debate that I am going to have to have with you over fear, or it's absence. I would explain my opinion to you Now, but that would be an essay, which I don't think you'd want to read right now, as this comment is already getting pretty long. Basically, I don't think that life is worth living if you spend it in fear. The chance of me falling off the railing is slim to none. Math function gods are occasionally my only hope because I choose not to study, but I have no use from crying over that. I may as well make it fun. I think that you are overly cautious, or that society has made you to be that way. You can't live your life making calculated moves regarding everything, because life is not a game of risk analysis. I don't think that I need to be scared, maybe a little, but definetly not a lot, I want to feel free. You should try it for just a day, you won't die and you'll feel so liberated, you're just a child -may as well have fun while you can. (500 days of summer) To conclude this part, in the words of FDR, "the only thing we have to fear is fear itself". And lastly, just try with the phone number. My mom reads your posts so reconsider your statement. Btw, no one in the family likes Bacardi try Prvjenac or Sljivovica. Thanks for saying we're the best. Your a good kid, Ivan. I still capitalize your name, but after that fb profile pic, I don't know if I'll be able to. :)
ReplyDeleteGracias, always ever obidient. However do you realize that now my comment with regards to the Latino boys doesn't make sense. Wa iny. See you on Thursday, can't wait to spend a whole day with my favorite EXTREMELY conservative conservative!
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