I think it is amazing how connected people feel reading each others blogs. I mean, I feel so close to people that I don't even know, just by reading about their everyday lives. I thought that I, as an ordinary person, should be able to share my everyday life, with YOU.
This blog is just going to be a way for me to, I don't know, let out my own bottled-up thoughts, feelings, and views of the world. I do not expect for you all to agree with me, but I would appreciate it if you would only listen to what I have to say..
So today I had my first Speech and Debate practice. A few of the senior members of the club demonstrated how a Congress Speech was delivered, as that is the type of speech all novice debaters are expected to give. Just watching those passionate, young students debate over whether or not dogs should run for office, filled me with a type of incomprehensible joy, a sweet, shocking sensation, an emotion so powerful, that after the initial shock that swept through my body, I just knew.
This was MINE. I could do this. I could see myself up on that stage, presenting my views, my opinions, my fictional, dream-filled, faux legislation to the rather large amount of judges who where present.
There is nothing stopping me from getting what HAS to be mine.
Except for one thing.
Myself.
This blog is just going to be a way for me to, I don't know, let out my own bottled-up thoughts, feelings, and views of the world. I do not expect for you all to agree with me, but I would appreciate it if you would only listen to what I have to say..
So today I had my first Speech and Debate practice. A few of the senior members of the club demonstrated how a Congress Speech was delivered, as that is the type of speech all novice debaters are expected to give. Just watching those passionate, young students debate over whether or not dogs should run for office, filled me with a type of incomprehensible joy, a sweet, shocking sensation, an emotion so powerful, that after the initial shock that swept through my body, I just knew.
This was MINE. I could do this. I could see myself up on that stage, presenting my views, my opinions, my fictional, dream-filled, faux legislation to the rather large amount of judges who where present.
There is nothing stopping me from getting what HAS to be mine.
Except for one thing.
Myself.
