Did I say fortunate?
Really though, I'm just joshing. There was one round where my 2NR, I got to yell and go all out policy, because I just repeated 'no causality, only correlation' in various ways, for two minutes straight. Who cares that we ended up losing? It was fun to yell with purpose.
In between rounds, despite the fact that the rest of the team was in West Bank, we rocked out. The art museum, displaying very questionable pieces, filled up time in between flighted rounds. Spitting into the river and listening for the reassuring 'plink' wasted another fifteen minutes. And that one guy was so...*sigh.
Riding the bus home with the team made me miss policy so much more than debating through agonizing public forum rounds. I wish I could, but I can't. That's just how it is. The cocktail of emotions I drink when I hear about arguments, theories, philosophers, and kritiks is sweet and oh so sour. Sweet because they're doing well, it's interesting, it's funny. Sour because they're doing well, being interesting, being funny. It's not fun being alienated from a bigger better thing.
Those paperless policy kids think they're so sick.
Don't you just hate it when people know they're right, then wave it in your face? Me too.
When we disembarked, we had (possibly stolen) balloons. We conjured up sharpies, wrote our deepest darkest secrets (I wrote "I HATE POFO" and on the other side, [deleted]). Then we clipped the strings, counted to three, and let them go. Some a little more reluctant then others, they all floated up. A Hollywood moment of silence, a scene of white balloons against a blue sky, can you see it? Can you see them floating higher and higher?
Noel is always right
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