Tomorrow is the general assembly for the Thomasian Debaters Council. As you may know, I was ecstatic when I found out I got in, so you may be surprised to find out that now I’m getting cold feet.
At the tryouts, the senior member who interviewed me stressed repeatedly that the TDC was going to eat up my time for family, friends, and boyfriend (as if any guy would be crazy enough to go out with me). At the time, it seemed like no big deal—so I give up a few hours of Internet, of doing nothing with my friends or my mom, of drinking, so what?—but then it started to sink in: I was going to join a very active organization. My time wouldn’t be my time anymore; it would be the TDC’s time.
DJGelo, a friend I might through Tumblr (and incidentally, one who belongs to the same org) told me that the TDC has training from twelve noon to nine in the evening. I know I keep saying that I want to fill up my days with worthwhile activities, but can I handle staying in school until nine o’clock, every day?
I discussed my fears with Bru, and she told me to give it a try. If I find that I can’t handle the demands, then I’ll quit. The important thing is that I will give it a shot.
Now, about another org I wanna join. The Thomasian Writers Guild. Since I love writing more than I love debate, if I don’t get into the TWG, I will probably lose sight of why I’m living in the first place.
Fine, that’s an exaggeration, but I seriously will sink into a deep depression and binge on ice cream if I don’t get in the TWG.
For the TWG, I have to write 1-2 short stories or 5-10 poems, which I really need to start working on, because the examination and submission of works is on the twenty-first.