Here ends my second, and perhaps the LAST diplomatic contest in my high school life, filled and stilled by tears of unsatisfactory. Things escalated quickly and bolstered me into heaven previously: I was sent straight to the finals of the Earth-Science competition and finished runner-up eventually, qualifying to the regional finals; I scored a record-breaking 990 in TOEIC; I am now officially the Chair of the up-coming conference. Prior to this day, my mind was mainly hoping these competitions’ dates better don’t crash into each other.
We were selected by the always black-jack-in-the-box qualifying process by the English teachers to enter this competition. Bush and I worked for the second consecutive year now as we are and always will be the best in class Senior 2B in terms of these kinds of foreign-related stuff. Wilson and the (brighter than my future) Mina also fought with us, forming a group of four, a group that would look like procrastinating normally but enormously effective when actually activated. I was initially not placing high hopes on winning a better position when entering even though I will appreciate if that is the case, this is particularly because of the failure last year. As time goes by the worry of directly dropping out enlarges. Twelve days prior to the competition, none of the script lines was written and zero out of five essays were completed.
