Saturday, March 14, 2009

A Quarter of Love.
To God, Claire, Xuwen, the team and everyone who supported so selflessly, this was for you.
All the hard work, which encapsulates 2 AM restructuring of substantives, insertion of examples against dire longings of sweet sweet sleep, last minute hurried templating and heart-rendering shearing of speeches, constant agonizing and tears shed over stubbornly unyielding rebuttals, and millionbillionwillion other exhausting experiences. Those are not only the most mentally and emotionally exhausting times, but also the most exhilarating. Perhaps non-debaters will never know the feeling. Of a team so close in spirit and in strength yet bickering 24/7 over phrasing and links, of fustrations that run so deep only teammates and coach's logic, reasoning and encouragement can save you.
Tonight was Class A, classic.
By God's grace, we made it through.
Deal, or no deal?
Whatever the case, contracts have been made. And require keeping to.
So.
To all you innocent people out there, prepare to get the shock of your lives.
Ready to deal?
The Bangs Deal.
SNDEBATEFTW.
"In God we have faith, in Xuwen we have conviction, and in Unity we have victory"
P.S. The tiniest of things that make me happy and fulfilled - we have truly commandeered the respect of other reputable teams. Even if I did help a little, it's heartening to know that I lent a hand in constructing one of the best...aw.
P.S.S. It's also the last day of school (I'll miss Three Hope like crazy), end of Hwach Immersion/ Invasion week, demise of two tests and Friday the Thirteenth. I guess traditions don't hold out against true justification.
Let's get 'em hard.
12:00 AM