Death, Debating, & Deb

DEATH

It’s been two weeks since grandpa’s death.

We didn’t have much in common, I was just another one his 12 grandchildren, but I was one of the very few people who were there during his time in hospital in Australia. It seems only a little while ago I was helping him around, feeding him, taking him to see the doctors. He went back to China and came back in March this year only living for another two weeks. But it’s those memories that I will probably hold on longer than anything else, and it hurts.

His funeral next week is the first I have to attend in my 16 years alive.

DEBATING

First debate ever. And such a lame topic. “Universities should have quotas for government schools”.

From what I can remember, I’ve never participated in extra circular activities that the smarter, more intellectual kids attend, so I was excited as well as being nervous as hell being the first affirmative speaker. There were plenty of rootable guys, mostly from private schools. Them in their blazers. Sigh. My thing for rich, smart, hot boys just grew so much bigger. It’s too bad the rootable working class think debating is for nerds.

I’ve always thought straight boys who attend special classes or do anything out of their way just to meet chicks was just a myth told to inflate their masculine egos. Not anyone more. I am so not going to debating to enhance my public speaking skills. There are too many good distractions.

There was this one guy who I was admiring throughout our whole debate and he did glanced back and forth, distracting me from having any profound rebuttals to write. The fact that he goes to an all boy’s school made him my homo-metre go absolutely crazy. He was the last speaker for the negative so he was spruiking all this crap and introducing new ideas. It’s a shame his intellectual ability didn’t match his fag awing ability.

I am so looking forward to the next debate in May. Another private, rich, all boys’ school. I’m such a fag.

DEBUTANTE BALL

I have an excuse this time round, unlike the countless social events the school holds just to make people like myself who are anti-social and attend never anything feel like such a loser. It was a strictly hetero only event. Boys and Girls dancing okay? Not two fags, not two dykes, but a nice pre-packaged, mass-produced, sweet straight couples that onlooking suburban parents can be proud of.

As much as I would’ve liked to have said fuck you to the establishment and surprise the fuck out of everyone, I didn’t have a nice hot lad go with. That’s what kills me more than anything else, because the very fact that the Deb Ball wasn’t one of those boring politically correct events, made it super hot if a couple of queens to surprise the homophobes out of everyone.