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Its somewhat shocking to note that year 2 of my college education is drawing to a close. A week ago I went to debate nationals, and bombed out, doing very poorly by our standards, ending my debate year on a somewhat sour note. Although we achieved a great deal of success in the regular season, our performance at title tournaments (worlds, north-americans, nationals) left something to be desired. We only managed to break at north-ams, and that as the bottom seeded team. Of course, debate is a big part of how I measure my year, and when the season ended, it became pretty clear that my life was indeed rushing by.
The other indicator of the end of the year was Spring Formal, which happened last night. A good excuse to dress up, get wasted, and hang out with friends, its always near the end of the Spring Semester. So it happened, and was good fun, and I was drunk, and now I'm deeply unproductive. Eh. I guess thats life. I have 60 pages of writing before the semester is over, which I hopefully will start on tomorrow. Crazy times these are.
The other indicator of the end of the year was Spring Formal, which happened last night. A good excuse to dress up, get wasted, and hang out with friends, its always near the end of the Spring Semester. So it happened, and was good fun, and I was drunk, and now I'm deeply unproductive. Eh. I guess thats life. I have 60 pages of writing before the semester is over, which I hopefully will start on tomorrow. Crazy times these are.