We’ve trained for weeks on end and debated a couple times in preparation for Stuttgart but to be quite honest, I don’t think it had hit me until today. I could dream all I wanted of the streets of Germany or what the flight would be feel like but nothing hit me the hardest like when the lady from the embassy slowly called out each of our names and handing over our passports.
You would think that having my passport at the very embassy where we had applied for the very visa that’s laid inside it would at least bring me back to reality, but no! You know how some people say “I’ll believe it when I see it.”? Yeah, I’m one of those people. And so after I left the embassy and started walking home, then and there is when everything started to sink in; I had to start looking for outfits, schedule appointments with who knows what doctor and most importantly getting ready for the debating. We’re reaching the end of our 3rd motion and soon tackling the 4th , but despite all the efforts my brain made to convince me that we had done a decent amount of work ,I couldn’t help but feel like someone had just gutted me like a fish. A lot is running on this trip to Germany.
Not to mention those that have tirelessly made efforts for us to make it to Stuttgart, God I’m afraid. I’ve debated before. The 8 minutes of my speech don’t scare me, my opponents don’t scare me..yet, its not that. I think its just the fact that we’re competing against over 66 nations!! Yeah, that’s it! I would go on and help you explore the many realms of my fear but my next blog post is on 15th and I need to write about something, so…tune in next time! *Clocks out*