Silence in Verse...

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To those of you who don't know, today is the day of silence, and from the time I woke up this morning to the time I go to sleep tonight (or midnight, whichever comes first), I will be silent. I am proud of my self in the fact that I have only slipped twice, and each time I have caught myself before more than a word has dropped from my lips. I don't know if my silence today has made a difference, but I know that being silent has caused a change in me. So, I wrote a poem.

Behind the Silence...

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Tomorrow, I will be silent, but before then, I thought I should at least tell someone why.

Screw it, Let's Debate...

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So, if you have been following along in my blogging journey, you may have noticed that I have recently taken up Debate. Well, this week I placed third in my region for Oratory, and I get to go to the state tournament in two weeks! I think I might just die of excitement from this. Anyways, since I'm probably going to be talking about Debate a lot, I thought I should give you a run-down on what the hell it is I'm going to be talking about.

Wasatch Wipeout, Part 2 (My Adventures with the Verbal Assault Squad)...

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Beginning my second fear induced adventure into the Debate/Forensics world. First off, you should know that I am a Novice, and Wasatch Wipeout is an Open (Advanced) Tournament. So, basically, I was feeling like the whole night was just going to be one huge fuster cluck.

Honestly, it wasn't that bad though. I didn't die of anxiety or asthma, and I didn't break down crying every time I gave my speech, because this time it wasn't about the sad parts of life. This Oratory was about one of my true loves, music. 

You've Got Anxiety, I've Got Anxiety, Let's Make a Playlist...

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So, not to insinuate by any means that anyone is mentally unstable, I'm just saying that we all have nervous break downs every once in a while. Especially people like me who have a lot going on with their family, and take all honors classes, and do extracurricular activities as well. Plus, asthma. Enough said there.

Anyways, I'm currently freaking-the-freak out about my debate tournament tomorrow, during which I will be giving a ten minute speech that I've barely memorized tonight and being judged against people who have been doing this far longer than I have, seeing as this is only my second tournament and I don't even take debate class. It's not like I've bitten my nails entirely off, but, well, let's just say it's hard typing with band-aids on all of your fingers. I'm only half joking.

Copper Classic (An Adventure with the Verbal Assault Squad) Part One...

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"I have three hints for becoming a good speaker, Charlie Brown. You must know when to stand up, when to speak up, and when to shut up."

So, I've begun my foray into the art of Forensics/Public Speaking. I gave five speeches in all, three on Friday between one and ten o'clock at night, and then two between six thirty in the morning Saturday and six pm that night. I did a lot of sitting around and talking with people, and we were all dressed in very fancy clothing. I felt quite classy.

My Initiation to the Verbal Assault Squad ( and a Smattering of Little News)

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So, I'm back, though you may or may not care. In the little news, which is basically my life, I had an interesting Christmas break, filled with loot and family issues, like usual. I went and saw the lights hung in Temple Square with le boyfriend and his family (thank you), which was quite nice, and recently had my friend do a rune casting for me, which was very helpful.

Cultural Connections of an Unexpected Kind...

Me and my "Grandmother", Ruth Benally. She's in her nineties and she still remembers seeing me at the shows when I was small.
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So, I spent this past weekend (Nov. 8 - 10th) trying to be a good person, which involved me volunteering at the Navajo Rug Show at the Snow Park Lodge in Deer Valley. Personally, I have a very strong connection to this event. I mean, I've been going every year since I was in the first grade, and I have helped support one of the Navajo Elders throughout the years.