Debate Slaughter and Homophobes R Us
"You can't take the beliefs of one group of people and use them to enforce rules on an entire nation because, well, we don't all believe the same things. Roe versus Wade began in 1972 and it taught us all a valuable lesson about freedom and other stuff. Man! I know what I wanna say and I know I had a question for the cons, but I can't think of it right now!"
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this was the scene in second period Psychology class this morning as my soon-to-be competitors on the evolution debate destroyed poor David Hibbert and his unorganized system of general ideals concerning the defense of legal early-term abortion in the United States. Sadly, my friend and fellow guitarist David and two other victims were volunteered to be the sacrificial lambs on our first offical day of debate in Psy/Soc. They bravely opposed a group of seven local church-goers in a heated argument that lasted for the majority of the period (almost an hour and a half), but due to Hibbert's lack of organizational skills and uncharacteristic sensitivity to intimidation they were hopelessly brutalized before the entire class. Normally I would have been more open about my pity for the three pour souls, but I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to see my future opponents in battle and try to learn whatever I could about the strategies they may try to utilize on me. It was a horrible sight to witness (especially since I have to work with Hibbert on separation of church and state), but it was also infinitely comforting to be able to see the obviousness of the mistakes that the pros made (and will hopefully make again during our debate). I've spent most of my day doing research and talking with a partner about possible strategies, and I'm very confident. Our debate is scheduled for Thursday of this week, so I'll be sure to let you know how it goes. :)
In other news, I had another golden opportunity to yet again play with the minds of two homophobic rednecks on my bus today. It all started when some girl, for some reason, made the statement that she would never want to beat me up because I'm such a nice guy (dunno what possessed her to say that in the first place, but it was sorta heart-warming). Of the two guys sitting behind me in the back seat, one of them began to make some sort of weird comment that I don't really remember. I turned around and said something like "Yeah, dude. See the benefits of being a nice guy? Now I don't have to worry about Samantha here ever wanting to beat the crap out of me.", to which he responded something to the effect of "Yeah, well, I'll be damned before I ever be a nice guy." All of this was said in a sort of joking fashion, but then things took sort of a serious turn when the same guy decided he would test me to see if there's anything he could do to me that would cause me to stop being a nice guy.
"Okay, so what if I just came up to you and called you a dumbass right to your face? You wouldn't do anything?"
"Exactly," I tell him, "because I have enough confidence in myself to know that I'm not a dumbass, and I don't really care that much for bad things that people say about me in the first place."
"Okay." he responded, "So what if I come up to you from out of nowhere and punch you in the face? You're a nice guy, so you wouldn't do anything to me, right?"
"No, that's where you're wrong." I say, "You see, I'm a nice guy because I wouldn't hit you first. However, if you walk up to me and punch me in the face, I'm more than likely going to beat the crap out of you."
- keep in mind that I've spoken with this guy before and he thinks we're something just short of distant friends, so all of this was taken mostly in good humor...i smiled at him when i said the last line :) -
The weird little conversation progressed until he finally made the mistake of asking what I would do if he spread rumors around the whole school that I'm, to use his term, a queer. That was when I stole one of my favorite lines that Alicia uses when dealing with these types of people and told him that I'm sorry he's dumb enough to think that that would be an insult in the first place (thanks honey). He caught the gist of what I was saying before I could even finish the sentence and went into one of those wonderful little immature fits of amazement in which he asked if I'm a homo several times. When he finally calmed down I replied "What if I am?", and this started another annoying little fit of laughter and fake surprise (this time his friend joined in). When he finally calmed down he only stared at me with a blank expression that sorta resembled fear or anxiety, then asked very cautiously if I would be serious and tell him that I'm not gay. I never gave him a definite yes or no, so now he's d00med to spend the rest of the year wondering about me (which I think is great).
Anyway, I have another eventful day ahead of me tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep, so I guess this is goodbye. Tomorrow we're having a surprise chocolate party for my English teacher whose birthday was earlier this week, and I'm gonna get my parents to buy a bunch of toys from a local store tomorrow so we can donate them to an organization at school that collects Christmas presents for unfortunate children in the community. See ya.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this was the scene in second period Psychology class this morning as my soon-to-be competitors on the evolution debate destroyed poor David Hibbert and his unorganized system of general ideals concerning the defense of legal early-term abortion in the United States. Sadly, my friend and fellow guitarist David and two other victims were volunteered to be the sacrificial lambs on our first offical day of debate in Psy/Soc. They bravely opposed a group of seven local church-goers in a heated argument that lasted for the majority of the period (almost an hour and a half), but due to Hibbert's lack of organizational skills and uncharacteristic sensitivity to intimidation they were hopelessly brutalized before the entire class. Normally I would have been more open about my pity for the three pour souls, but I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to see my future opponents in battle and try to learn whatever I could about the strategies they may try to utilize on me. It was a horrible sight to witness (especially since I have to work with Hibbert on separation of church and state), but it was also infinitely comforting to be able to see the obviousness of the mistakes that the pros made (and will hopefully make again during our debate). I've spent most of my day doing research and talking with a partner about possible strategies, and I'm very confident. Our debate is scheduled for Thursday of this week, so I'll be sure to let you know how it goes. :)
In other news, I had another golden opportunity to yet again play with the minds of two homophobic rednecks on my bus today. It all started when some girl, for some reason, made the statement that she would never want to beat me up because I'm such a nice guy (dunno what possessed her to say that in the first place, but it was sorta heart-warming). Of the two guys sitting behind me in the back seat, one of them began to make some sort of weird comment that I don't really remember. I turned around and said something like "Yeah, dude. See the benefits of being a nice guy? Now I don't have to worry about Samantha here ever wanting to beat the crap out of me.", to which he responded something to the effect of "Yeah, well, I'll be damned before I ever be a nice guy." All of this was said in a sort of joking fashion, but then things took sort of a serious turn when the same guy decided he would test me to see if there's anything he could do to me that would cause me to stop being a nice guy.
"Okay, so what if I just came up to you and called you a dumbass right to your face? You wouldn't do anything?"
"Exactly," I tell him, "because I have enough confidence in myself to know that I'm not a dumbass, and I don't really care that much for bad things that people say about me in the first place."
"Okay." he responded, "So what if I come up to you from out of nowhere and punch you in the face? You're a nice guy, so you wouldn't do anything to me, right?"
"No, that's where you're wrong." I say, "You see, I'm a nice guy because I wouldn't hit you first. However, if you walk up to me and punch me in the face, I'm more than likely going to beat the crap out of you."
- keep in mind that I've spoken with this guy before and he thinks we're something just short of distant friends, so all of this was taken mostly in good humor...i smiled at him when i said the last line :) -
The weird little conversation progressed until he finally made the mistake of asking what I would do if he spread rumors around the whole school that I'm, to use his term, a queer. That was when I stole one of my favorite lines that Alicia uses when dealing with these types of people and told him that I'm sorry he's dumb enough to think that that would be an insult in the first place (thanks honey). He caught the gist of what I was saying before I could even finish the sentence and went into one of those wonderful little immature fits of amazement in which he asked if I'm a homo several times. When he finally calmed down I replied "What if I am?", and this started another annoying little fit of laughter and fake surprise (this time his friend joined in). When he finally calmed down he only stared at me with a blank expression that sorta resembled fear or anxiety, then asked very cautiously if I would be serious and tell him that I'm not gay. I never gave him a definite yes or no, so now he's d00med to spend the rest of the year wondering about me (which I think is great).
Anyway, I have another eventful day ahead of me tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep, so I guess this is goodbye. Tomorrow we're having a surprise chocolate party for my English teacher whose birthday was earlier this week, and I'm gonna get my parents to buy a bunch of toys from a local store tomorrow so we can donate them to an organization at school that collects Christmas presents for unfortunate children in the community. See ya.