Countdown to graduation: four days.
Just when I thought I was finally getting the hang of being captain. My time's up.
Three years is a long time. And looking back, I can't believe I've spent that much of my high school life debating. I remember when I first tried out for debate in first year. I didn't make it. I finally got enough enthusiasm to cancel a piano rehearsal in order to attend a second tryout that summer. After that, you know the rest.
Now, I'm going through the contents of my tribute box. Wait, I'll say that again. MY tribute box. Yup, I'm at the end of the road. College debating is unlikely, thus the debate road ends around here. It probably ended when... I partially turned over? When grands finished? No, but this one's for real. This team has a new captain, new newbies (ugh, redundant), and a new year ahead of them.
Life goes on after debate, of course. But for the years that were, it was a great three years.
Three years of memories... taken from the highlight of each year, the tournament that makes all the difference - PSDC/ IISDC
The year that taught me how to love debate.
The year that taught me how to love the team.
The year that taught me how to be what I thought I couldn't ever be - a leader.
Margie. Dani. Mikki. Sylvia. Bets. Giovs. Bea. Mica. Pola. Gaba. Abby. Chrissa. Pat. Nikki. Mica. Monmen. Tabby. Sam. Marianne. Maxine. Lexy. The SR teams of those years, as well as the other people I befriended over the past three years. You were the ones that made it happen.
The leap from 94.98 to 95.00 entails 0.02 points. As for Friday's graduation, I'm getting the former, not the latter. If you want to know where the last 0.02 is, this is the real deal.
Who'd ever thought a box of pictures, frames, t shirts, letters, and 10 things why debate will never be the same without me was worth three years. And mind you, it's worth a lot more than 0.02.
To the underclassmen whom the team belongs to now...
I can't imagine myself not being part of the family anymore. But, I know I can let go with no regrets because you're still there. The greatest measure of leadership is legacy. Looking at how you are now is the greatest feeling of accomplishment I can ever have.
There are people who believe that you can do something before you believe so yourself. That's my phenomenal team.
And when all those people believe in you
Deep enough, strong enough, hard enough, and long enough
Then it starts to reason
You yourself will start to see what everybody sees in you
And maybe even you, can believe in you too.
I never thought I could. But, guess what? I pulled it off. Captaincy. Things do often pay off, in ways more than I can imagine.
I love you guys, and I'll miss you so, so much. Thanks for an awesome three years. Because really, I don't think I could ask for much more.
Just when I thought I was finally getting the hang of being captain. My time's up.
Three years is a long time. And looking back, I can't believe I've spent that much of my high school life debating. I remember when I first tried out for debate in first year. I didn't make it. I finally got enough enthusiasm to cancel a piano rehearsal in order to attend a second tryout that summer. After that, you know the rest.
Now, I'm going through the contents of my tribute box. Wait, I'll say that again. MY tribute box. Yup, I'm at the end of the road. College debating is unlikely, thus the debate road ends around here. It probably ended when... I partially turned over? When grands finished? No, but this one's for real. This team has a new captain, new newbies (ugh, redundant), and a new year ahead of them.
Life goes on after debate, of course. But for the years that were, it was a great three years.
Three years of memories... taken from the highlight of each year, the tournament that makes all the difference - PSDC/ IISDC
The year that taught me how to love debate. The year that taught me how to love the team. The year that taught me how to be what I thought I couldn't ever be - a leader.Margie. Dani. Mikki. Sylvia. Bets. Giovs. Bea. Mica. Pola. Gaba. Abby. Chrissa. Pat. Nikki. Mica. Monmen. Tabby. Sam. Marianne. Maxine. Lexy. The SR teams of those years, as well as the other people I befriended over the past three years. You were the ones that made it happen.
The leap from 94.98 to 95.00 entails 0.02 points. As for Friday's graduation, I'm getting the former, not the latter. If you want to know where the last 0.02 is, this is the real deal.
Who'd ever thought a box of pictures, frames, t shirts, letters, and 10 things why debate will never be the same without me was worth three years. And mind you, it's worth a lot more than 0.02. To the underclassmen whom the team belongs to now...
I can't imagine myself not being part of the family anymore. But, I know I can let go with no regrets because you're still there. The greatest measure of leadership is legacy. Looking at how you are now is the greatest feeling of accomplishment I can ever have.
There are people who believe that you can do something before you believe so yourself. That's my phenomenal team.
And when all those people believe in you
Deep enough, strong enough, hard enough, and long enough
Then it starts to reason
You yourself will start to see what everybody sees in you
And maybe even you, can believe in you too.
I never thought I could. But, guess what? I pulled it off. Captaincy. Things do often pay off, in ways more than I can imagine.
I love you guys, and I'll miss you so, so much. Thanks for an awesome three years. Because really, I don't think I could ask for much more.
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