Arguably the Best at Debate

When I look back upon my previous week at Bates, my education does not particulary stand out as something worth typing about. My social interactions are not anything  to write home about (or rather, write "internet" about) either. But something that takes up a large portion of my time, and thus a large portion of my memory, is debate. I eat, drink, breathe, sleep, think and scream debate. Alright, alright, that might not be true. I am a basic human being who needs nutrients, rather than independent points of argumentation, to survive. But something quite interesting happened this weekend at the Brandeis debate tournament that I think is worth sharing about. Something exciting and rare and magnificent. Something surprising:
I did well.

Things actually happened this week.

Today I was in my dorm room thinking about how I had to-- I mean got to write a blog post. I was wracking my brain trying to remember what I had done in the past week. In utter frustration, I spoke aloud to my roommate. "I cannot for the life of me remember what I did this past week" I cried out to Lydia. And to my utter amazement, she responded with a description of what I had done recently. Best Roommate Ever.

Home is Where the Fart Is

Hello, all.  Devin and I are at my grandma’s in San Diego (well, Poway… yes, Derek, I encourage you to look at it on a map).  He took the train here today so he could spend Thanksgiving with his family, and we played a lot of cards today.

Started crocheting my next project… a baby blanket!  I’m excited.  None of you were especially impressed with the hat so I won’t elaborate too much, but I’m making a baby blanket for my friend Amber who’s having a baby in January.  She’s the one I work with who I told some of you was considering naming her kid Emma Rae, after me, sort of.  The Rae part that is.  But now she’s considering Tara and Brooklynn, each with the middle name Rose, now that she knows it’s a girl.  Regardless, the blanket takes three different yarns, and I picked pink, green, and yarn that cycles through a rainbow of baby colors.

Home Soon

             This week I had a wake-up call.  It was as powerful and over-caffeinated as the last drops of my Sweet & Spicy tea when I let it steep for too long.  It was because of this scholarship essay I wrote, I guess: this blog really matters to me, and you guys really matter to me.  I should put more effort into my blog posts.  We should see each other over Thanksgiving break.  Now onto our regularly-scheduled programming.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN TWO WEEKS IN A ROW?

Rehearsal took way longer than advertised.  I would write a post now, but I type too loud and am keeping my roommate up.  Tomorrow, I swear.  Love you all.

EDIT: Okay Rachael wants me to edit this post instead of making a new one.  FINE (Disclaimer: this is the week before break for me, so I didn't really do anything this whole week.)