Boredom

I thought I knew the meaning of boredom. Boy was I wrong.

I’m stuck in a class that’s going nowhere. I wish I knew where the class was going, but the time I told myself I’d spend preparing for the class was spent preparing for and actually debating last Saturday that nobody watched and one that nobody cared to even attend.

According to those who organized the damned thing I finished third, which should earn me a trophy or suchlike, but when there are only three teams debating, I doubt finishing third means anything at all. It’s not my fault most of the adjudicators were from college and couldn’t understand how boring life is when all arguments must be devoid of any rhetoric to merit consideration.

See the language I used? My point exactly. That’s how I debated last Saturday, and that dryness gave me in. It’s not that I’m a normally boring and dry person, but at the time, all I wanted was for it to be over and done with.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not sourgraping. It’s not like I wasn’t expecting to suck. In fact, I fully expected to finish last. I was expecting my opponents to have at least one week of training and several years of debating experience. On the other hand, I had to be coerced into debating last Wednesday, and learned the rules on Friday.

At the debate, I caught up with Rosie Pie, who I hadn’t seen since we were batchmates applying in UP Debate Society. I didn’t get in, and she did. Most people there wanted to be lawyers from the beginning. I just stumbled into law school.

At the moment, I’m stuck in class and the lawyer up front is talking nonsense to me. I’ll probably read the book (not much help, either) and draft my own reviewer much later, but for now I’m trying to be as invisible as possible.

Great. We’ve moved on. The book’s over. I don’t have to read the rest of the godforsaken book with a microscope anymore.

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