Lick It

Alright, alright. After this post I'm finally going to have to start logging throughout the week what I've been doing because as freaking always all I can remember about the week is debate. Which is really boring. Actually, maybe I just don't do anything other than debate and study (and hardly even that. Ha-ha . . . just kidding, parents, I study 8 hours every day of course). Onwards? Onwards!

I'm either doing college really wrong, or really right.

Oh, Maine Weather...
Thy cruel mistress who teases broken spirited students with days of warmth and sun such as these. You imply future happiness, but you are wont to proffer fallacious promises. I look upon my news-feed and find status updates celebrating the clear sky and lack of wind. But how quickly your good mood shall recede. It is not in your nature to bestow gifts without cruelly snatching them back before they can be fully utilized. Alas, we must take what is given and smile up at the sun. Bask in the rays while the day is still bright, for anon we shall cry once more in the freezing rain.
Or
IT'S WARM OUT, BITCHES! GET SOME SUN WHILE YOU CAN!

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.