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I have survived a horrrifc form of cruel and unusual punishment known as...[insert frightening music] a state-level speech meet. I got out of there with only a few minor injuries, a sore throat, a pair of tights with a rip mended by sparkly pink nail polish, and a body overloaded with coffee and sugar.
I compete in the dramatic category. We do monologues. These kids are HARDCORE speechies. This means that I had to play an autistic child who discovers that she has cancer. I did this 6 times after running back and forth across a college campus for each round...in the rain...in heels. The high heels were NOT my idea. It's required by our coach. The blisters I have acquired on my feets are now of constent reminder of why society is stupid. Expecting me to wear heels without hurting myself...HA!
Other than that, I actually had a good time. I met some equally flustered students who turned out to be interesting people. I'm looking forward to seeing them next year, especially Sam (who resembles Reese Witherspoon and can play a very convincing drunk), David (another drama competitor who can portray any form of retardation), and Lindsay (a senior planning to major in theatre.) And of course there are the people I will NOT miss, such as Xena (yes, that's her name. No, she's not a warrior princess, but she's the empress of oratorical competitions.)
And now I am left with spring break. All of my friends have traded me in for a trip to the tropics. When they return with their bronze bodies and stories of romance on the beach, I plan to throw up. On them. Without mercy. Just kidding. Maybe I'll get some postcards.
I compete in the dramatic category. We do monologues. These kids are HARDCORE speechies. This means that I had to play an autistic child who discovers that she has cancer. I did this 6 times after running back and forth across a college campus for each round...in the rain...in heels. The high heels were NOT my idea. It's required by our coach. The blisters I have acquired on my feets are now of constent reminder of why society is stupid. Expecting me to wear heels without hurting myself...HA!
Other than that, I actually had a good time. I met some equally flustered students who turned out to be interesting people. I'm looking forward to seeing them next year, especially Sam (who resembles Reese Witherspoon and can play a very convincing drunk), David (another drama competitor who can portray any form of retardation), and Lindsay (a senior planning to major in theatre.) And of course there are the people I will NOT miss, such as Xena (yes, that's her name. No, she's not a warrior princess, but she's the empress of oratorical competitions.)
And now I am left with spring break. All of my friends have traded me in for a trip to the tropics. When they return with their bronze bodies and stories of romance on the beach, I plan to throw up. On them. Without mercy. Just kidding. Maybe I'll get some postcards.