failure

I hate losing. but I did a lot of that today. What can you expect? When your silly coach sends you to a competition to be humiliated, there is nothing much you can do. Ken wasn't helping much either; he was giggling all the way. Well, I supposed he had something to giggle about. Not me. I'm just bone tired.

Everyone seemed to succeed except me, which can be a very discouraging thing. My brain is so fogged now that I can't recognise a contradictino if it danced in front of me naked. Of course, my eyes are closed as well, because the slightest light triggers my head to throb like an F1 engine.

I have finally come up with a description of the debate coach's voice. His voice sounds like an untuned trombone played by an expert in farting.