We actual y won. Our very first debate tournament and we official y kicked ass! We were victorious in al three of our rounds and it feels positively ah-mazing. Especial y after how hard we’ve been working over the past week. I mean, besides the never-ending, daunting task of keeping my operating system “Shayne-compatible,” what else have I ever worked this hard for in my entire life? Not much, real y. I admit, Brian helped me through a lot of it. Passing me notes during my cross-examinations, holding up cue cards during my rebuttals, and giving me encouraging pep-whispers before I had to go up and speak. But in the end, whatever we were doing obviously worked because we went 3 and 0. Something Ms. Rich says I should be extremely proud of for my first tournament. And you know what? I am! After the long day is final y over, Brian and I are back in his pickup truck, on the way to the diner to meet everyone. I’m stil gloating about our victory and reliving al the best moments, while he tries to sneak in a few veiled critiques about my performance along the way.
