Debate

I don't like debate. So, why am I in it? I'm stuck in a position where I don't want to be with no hope of escape. Everyone thinks I can be a debater. Everyone says I can be a debater. Everyone wants me to be a debater.

So, I'm a debater.

Debate is slowly killing me. I'm unable to keep up with whatever happens in the room, either in practice or the meet. I'm called upon, I don't know what to answer. I know nothing about debate. And I will always know nothing about debate. But every time I pull something amazing off, people think that's just typical for me. They expect me to do well. They expect me to do more than I am capable of, with no thoughts to my sanity.

Because, according to everyone, I'm beyond human capability.

November-ness is...

November-ness is family get-togethers,

November-ness is turkey and side dishes,

November-ness is the falling leaves and

the cold chill of the wind,

November-ness is the left over Halloween candy

that nobody wanted,

November-ness is having Christmas decorations

already in the stores,

November-ness is the bridge, the connecter, between

two holidays,