I'm not quite sure where I'm taking this, but permit me to ramble on for some while. Thank you.
Less than a year ago, I had returned to school to face the educational equivalent of a (comically timed) slap around the face with a large fish, that being the 5th year. An important school year, being the one before you have to sit the ridiculously necessary exam that is the Leaving Cert, but one that largely nobody really could be arsed with.

And as such, you can imagine my slight glee when a teacher (who so happens to be incredibly attractive, to an almost OMGWTF HAWTNESS degree) asked me to take part in some series of debates. Grand. Minimal effort, time to be lazy with, and er, rousing company.

Unfortunately, it turned out I was horribly wrong. It actually took a vast amount of work to prepare the speeches, and instead of taking time off during pointless, rubbish classes such as Religion (which usually consists of our senile old bat of a teacher putting on a relaxation tape with such amusing lines as "clench your buttocks" and "turn your head around fully, once, twice"), I ended up missing out on some actual important classes. So, not quite as great as I thought it'd be.

Anyway, three successfully win'd debates, nervously executed speeches, and bouts of frantic speech rewrites later, we've managed to make it onto the knock-out rounds. But I can't be at the next one, so we get a stand in, who's single task is to read the bloody speech I've written for him. It might 'work' for Bush, but unfortunately this failed miserably with him. Ah, well. So, we're out.

But not all is in vain! Though there was an incredible sense of loss, and sheer pointlessness of the past three months worth of effort, we managed to win... or rather to have the teacher that forced us into doing this charade get us... a bag of sausage rolls. Didn't quite see that one coming, really.
(Banjo-Fella, Tue 9 Aug 2005, 12:45, Reply)