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Book Covers and Feminis...um???

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I recently joined the speech team at my school. Now, I know what you're thinking, non-existent readers, She's a choir nerd, an academic geek, an AV nerd, and now a speech geek, too??? Yes, yes I am. On a similar note, I think I'm switching back to glasses. Anyway, I competed for the first time this past weekend and learned a lot. Whoopee. I just thought I'd share some of my knowledge with you:

1. Don't judge the kid who wears a backpack, a bow tie, and square glasses. He's REALLY GOOD. He will make semifinals. He will beat you and then tell you how awesome you are. And then you will feel awesome and cheer him on when he beats you. Weird, huh?

2. Just like the weird kid who doesn't talk may be really nice, the kid who is nice in the beginning may be really competitive. He will stare at you and try to throw you off!! And it might work!!! Then he'll beat you...badly...and you will be angry.

3. Karma may or may not be real, but it is something fun to look for...like for instance, if someone is nice and throws you off and he beats you and you are angry and then he has a clumsy mishap (not that that happened or anything)...

4. Take the compliment...just take it....I was told by a competitor that my blue and gold suit matched my skin tone this weekend...umm???? I was a bit confuzzled (that's confused and puzzled mixed together), but I said thank you and it made the fact that I had blisters and dripping makeup less frustrating.

5. Finally, stand up for what you believe in. HOOORAAAAAYYYY, CHEEEESSSEEEE!!!! But seriously. I am a budding feminist who did a feminist piece. I was punished for it by a male judge and did not advance maybe like I should have. But life goes on. Even if you come across SEXIST PIIIGGGSSS, don't give up on the issue you stand for. Next time you come across one of those guys, change his mind.

Abby, Absolute Wannabe

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  1. I'm a male & think you are great & would vote for you anytime!

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