We got third place!
Or rather, we beat four other schools to get into the semi finals!
Though we didn't win, and people (including those who needed us to win for the sake of the school's name) gave us pitiful and dissapointed glances, we have something to say to them - SUCK IT! The last time my school sent a team was like, 7 years ago. I'm here now, so, you're welcome.
We have never debated in our whole life, so we didn't know a single thing about it.
Knowing what we were up against, we just wanted to have fun.
But what do you know? We beat the crap out of our first opponent.
And of course, we were reminded not to use harsh language in the next round. One of the judges was my classmate back in university, and he assumed I wrote the script for them. Ridiculous! They were already bad ass before I showed up. Or rather, I'd like to think that way.
Then the second round came, and we lost to a school with faggy blazers. They have a teacher who was a national debater champion to assist them, so yeah, they had the upperhand. Who am I but only a newbie. Plus, we were the Government believing that sex education is the key to prevent sexual immorality. (For weeks I wanted to shoot myself in the foot for suggesting such controversial topic - but the tendency to inflict harm to myself has ceased). But worst of all, we lost to a school with faggy blazers. Come on, blazers should be in dark colour, not the colour of the puke of a kid who was forced to eat vegetables for the first time!
So I was afraid my kids would feel dissappointed, but they were still as uplifted as they were when it was announced they won the first round.
I promised them that I'd treat them at KFC if we won. Seeing that they already felt like winners, walking tall and proud, I did fulfill my promise.
We were all first timers, the noobs and the underdogs, and we barely had time to train, but we made it to third place, LOUD and PROUD.
And we are going to kick serious ass next year.