StudCon!!
Hey!!!! I just got back from the tourney, and I have a shitload of homework to do (some literary analysis due first period tomorrow) but this is more important. I'll start with thursday:
The next morning I wake up at like 440, and report time is 500. So I basically run out the door and make it there only five minutes late. Then I remembered that this was debate, not band. Of course, being only five minutes late made me the first one there. There were six of us going, Christina, Higgins, another senior who is alright but slightly irritating, and then two freshmen who are pretty cool. We took a van and embarked upon the 8 hour odyssey that is the trip to Tampa. I dont remember so much about the trip down except that it didnt seem that long. When we got to Tampa we dropped off our stuff and went to go hang out at this downtown mall/market area. We spent quite a bit of time playing air hockey at this huge arcade, but I got sick of that and went to go visit this Scientology store across the street that was advertising a free stress test.
I dont know if you know anything about Scientology, but is this religion invented by the sci-fi writer L. Ron Hubbard that is such complete crap. LJ probably has some scientology community that is going to blacklist me for this. Anyway, I walk in and am greeted by this grey haired Trelawnee-ish lady. I decide this would be a perfect time to hone my recently unused acting skills and have some fun in the mean time. I made out like I was all emo, put up my hood, rubbed my eyes, and slouched. Anyway, the stress test consisted of holding these metal canisters that were obviously pressure sensors and thinking stressful thoughts. L.RonHubbard's proven Dianetic Process would then make the machine "read the electical impulses of your brain" and interpret your stress level. So I closed my eyes and acted like I was concentrating. I said "I'm thinking of my father lying on his hospital bed...I wonder what will happen to him and to us..." etc. Complete crap. But it sounds plausible and keeps her eyes on my face. Meanwhile, I'm kind of vibrating my hands. She says "Oh yes, we're getting some serious readouts there! Have you considered Scientology as a relief for the burden of this heavy load?" About this time Rigby (coach) comes in looking slightly perplexed. I say to the lady "Isnt L.RonHubbard a science fiction writer?" and left.
Anyway, the next day was the first day of tourney. Christina and I were in Senate together (the top of the four chambers). I'll basically sum up the studcon. Although we were both nominated for best speakers, my bill, my precious brainchild, was shot down, and neither of us are going to Nats. I was only a couple of votes off from beating the guy who won the tourney out of his slot, apparently. That included the second day of competition too.
On Saturday night we went to some big mall with this really cool Shane guy who was a judge who had gone to Niceville. I didnt think we would have any free time, so I only brought one set of casual clothes. So I do what I can, but its not great. So we go shopping and I get a pretty cool shirt and a man-necklace to go with it. I could have been right off the set of the OC.
After awards, we basically took off. The bus ride home was quite a bit longer. Higgins, Joe, Christina and I were talking in some restuarant about dating history or something. I forget how it came out, but somehow the issue of the Dominatrix came up. And I'm like "I remember when I found out what a Dominatrix was, and I thought 'wow, that is so hot'". So for the rest of the night (and probably for a good while after now too) I was ridiculed for anything even relating. On the van I'm like "Whoa, my shirt's stripes are chaines", to which Christina replies "Thats why you got it, isnt it?". I cant even make the whip noise anymore. But what kind of a boring world would it be if we didnt mock each other? We got home at like 930, which wasnt too bad. There were many inside jokes, especially homoerotica from rooming with the guys. Yes, I know, highschoolers do suffer from an abundance of maturity. But this was probably the first time I've had fun this year.
The next morning I wake up at like 440, and report time is 500. So I basically run out the door and make it there only five minutes late. Then I remembered that this was debate, not band. Of course, being only five minutes late made me the first one there. There were six of us going, Christina, Higgins, another senior who is alright but slightly irritating, and then two freshmen who are pretty cool. We took a van and embarked upon the 8 hour odyssey that is the trip to Tampa. I dont remember so much about the trip down except that it didnt seem that long. When we got to Tampa we dropped off our stuff and went to go hang out at this downtown mall/market area. We spent quite a bit of time playing air hockey at this huge arcade, but I got sick of that and went to go visit this Scientology store across the street that was advertising a free stress test.
I dont know if you know anything about Scientology, but is this religion invented by the sci-fi writer L. Ron Hubbard that is such complete crap. LJ probably has some scientology community that is going to blacklist me for this. Anyway, I walk in and am greeted by this grey haired Trelawnee-ish lady. I decide this would be a perfect time to hone my recently unused acting skills and have some fun in the mean time. I made out like I was all emo, put up my hood, rubbed my eyes, and slouched. Anyway, the stress test consisted of holding these metal canisters that were obviously pressure sensors and thinking stressful thoughts. L.RonHubbard's proven Dianetic Process would then make the machine "read the electical impulses of your brain" and interpret your stress level. So I closed my eyes and acted like I was concentrating. I said "I'm thinking of my father lying on his hospital bed...I wonder what will happen to him and to us..." etc. Complete crap. But it sounds plausible and keeps her eyes on my face. Meanwhile, I'm kind of vibrating my hands. She says "Oh yes, we're getting some serious readouts there! Have you considered Scientology as a relief for the burden of this heavy load?" About this time Rigby (coach) comes in looking slightly perplexed. I say to the lady "Isnt L.RonHubbard a science fiction writer?" and left.
Anyway, the next day was the first day of tourney. Christina and I were in Senate together (the top of the four chambers). I'll basically sum up the studcon. Although we were both nominated for best speakers, my bill, my precious brainchild, was shot down, and neither of us are going to Nats. I was only a couple of votes off from beating the guy who won the tourney out of his slot, apparently. That included the second day of competition too.
On Saturday night we went to some big mall with this really cool Shane guy who was a judge who had gone to Niceville. I didnt think we would have any free time, so I only brought one set of casual clothes. So I do what I can, but its not great. So we go shopping and I get a pretty cool shirt and a man-necklace to go with it. I could have been right off the set of the OC.
After awards, we basically took off. The bus ride home was quite a bit longer. Higgins, Joe, Christina and I were talking in some restuarant about dating history or something. I forget how it came out, but somehow the issue of the Dominatrix came up. And I'm like "I remember when I found out what a Dominatrix was, and I thought 'wow, that is so hot'". So for the rest of the night (and probably for a good while after now too) I was ridiculed for anything even relating. On the van I'm like "Whoa, my shirt's stripes are chaines", to which Christina replies "Thats why you got it, isnt it?". I cant even make the whip noise anymore. But what kind of a boring world would it be if we didnt mock each other? We got home at like 930, which wasnt too bad. There were many inside jokes, especially homoerotica from rooming with the guys. Yes, I know, highschoolers do suffer from an abundance of maturity. But this was probably the first time I've had fun this year.