Writing My Negative Case example essay topic

"Florida State University, here we come!" Fort Lauderdale to Tallahassee, what a trip! On the road again... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, on the road again, that damn song always in my head when we " re going on a long bus ride. I should figure out the words in between, but I'm always too lazy. Now that I think about it, I still have two cases to write if I want debate.

Mr. Wakefield would kill me if he knew I'm going to a huge state tournament unprepared. I'm not worried, I'll do it after the first stop... I'm tired now anyways. I'll just take a little nap.

I woke up because of all the noise... we " re at the first stop. It's been four hours?! I'm still tired, so, I put my head back again. Once again, I woke up because of the noise... we " re at the second stop now. I slept through another four hours, I can't believe it, and I didn't get anything done! I'm not worried, I'll write my cases after this stop...

I'm hungry anyways. So, I ate a bunch of snacks, listened to my Walkman, and went back to the bus. I'm just going to relax right now; my head hurts and my stomach is full. Here we are, Tallahassee, Florida! It's okay, I'm not worried, once we eat dinner and settle in our hotel rooms, I'll write my cases. So, we eat dinner, get our rooms, unpack, and now I'm way too tired to write my cases...

I'll write before the tournament tomorrow. The tournament is about to start and I still don't have any cases ready... it's okay; I can write it before my rounds. I look over to the side and see someone posting the rounds up. All right, rounds are going to start in fifteen minutes and I don't have my cases ready - okay, now it is time to panic! Well, I always said I work better under pressure... obviously, a lot of pressure. I sit down and I'm writing as fast as I possibly can.

Wow, so many ideas... my hand can't keep up! I can smell the smoke coming from the pencil grinding on my notepad. I can hear myself rooting for myself... go, go, go, go, Usilia you " re awesome! Okay, it's time to go to my round, so I plot my butt down next to the door and continue writing. When my opponent gets there, I tilt my notepad so he doesn't see what I'm writing. The judge arrives, so we all go inside and I'm still writing away.

I'm Affirmative, so I go to present my case first. Whew! I just finish writing in time! I walk up to the front of the room feeling relieved and a bit more prepared. As I present, I can hear the adrenaline racing to the top of my head as if I was going to burst.

My heart races from all the thoughts and ideas that run in my mind. All I could think was... Wow, I really love this feeling. I walk out of that round thinking... damn, he was good and prepared... I'm screwed! I have to wait for my next round to start, so I start writing my negative case and revise my affirmative.

Eventually, I finished both my cases and I'm ready to go to my next round. I walk in the room and wait... everyone arrives and now we begin. After that round, I felt a little more confident because my opponent wasn't that good. I have four more rounds to go; let's do it!

I noticed the more rounds I did, the more insecure I got about winning because I wasn't doing that well. It's just one of those days, plus I wasn't prepared and my opponents were very good. It's pretty disappointing. Oh well, no one can win them all!

At this point, I was so exhausted my brain actually hurt. I decided I had no chance, so I changed out of my uncomfortable suit, played my Walkman, found a desk, and put my head down for the rest of the tournament. Five minutes later, someone tapped my shoulder, took of my headphones, and asked", Usilia, what are you doing, why did you change, what if you broke?" With my eyes half way open, I replied", Trust me, I didn't make it to the next round, so let me sleep!" I put my earphones back on and continued resting. About an hour and a half later, I hear the obnoxious screaming of debaters", I broke, I broke, I'm going on to Oct os". They must have done really well in the preliminary rounds to break to the last eight rounds. Usually, everyone cheers or congratulates them, but I just smiled to gave them a lazy congratulations; however, in my head, I was thinking, well, at the very least they will be oc to-finalists.

Then, once again, I put my head back down. Suddenly, I hear my name being screamed by at least ten people. I take my earphones off and the debaters from my school swarm me like bees after honey. "You broke Usilia, you broke!" What the hell did you change for, you didn't even know if you made it!

!" Trust me, I knew... now, leave me alone". Another debater said", What! You broke, go change fast, you only have fifteen minutes to get to your next round". Shut up! That's not very funny, guys". If you drop this round, Mr. Wakefield is going to kill you".

If you don't stop fucking with me, I'll have Mr. Wakefield kill you, go away!" Another debater said, "Fine, if you don't believe us, go check for yourself". Fine, I will!" So, I get my lazy ass up and drag myself to the postings. So many lists, so many lists, my jaw drops... Oh My God! I broke, holy shit, I only have ten minutes to change and get to my round. I come back to my backpack and clothes and all ten debaters, at the same time, said, "We told you so!" I flew to the bathroom and changed so fast that I didn't even know if I had the right clothing on.

My suit collar was standing up, my shirt was untuck ed, I only had one shoe on, and I walked out of the bathroom to find my coach standing there. "Usilia, what's wrong with you?" In shock I replied, "Oh, um, I didn't think I was going to break, so I changed". Then I thought in my head, why in hell did I just tell him I wasn't ready? "Uh huh, well, I always told you, you should have more confidence in yourself, then you wouldn't have to go through this at every tournament" he said as he folded my collar over and fixed it straight". True, very true! Okay, I'm ready!" I start running to my round to make sure I'm not late; otherwise they would disqualify me automatically.

I hear Mr. Wakefield yell, "Good Luck, Usilia!" As I reached the room door, I smiled and yelled "Thank you" very sincerely. Then, I walked into my round and all I thought in my head was, well, at the very least, I will be an oc to-finalist. At this point, I'm so nervous I could pee in my pants, plus the fact that I drank almost a gallon of water after my last round. The judge and my opponent stare at me while I prepare, so I ask " Can I run to the restroom, please... I drank too much water". The judge giggled, Sure".

I ran to the bathroom like I was running a marathon. Just a quick stop, must keep going. I come out of the bathroom and debater from my school said, "What is it with you and the bathroom?" I laughed and ran back to my round. The judge flips a coin, my opponent calls it... I'm Affirmative! This sucks, I hate affirmative, and it's the hardest position to take.

It's mission impossible to prove to a judge which happens to be a nun, that juveniles basically children deserve the death penalty or to be treated as an adult. I gulped and went up to the front of the room with my case in my hand and my timer in the other. I took a deep breathe and thought okay, Usilia, you have six minutes to convince this lady the death penalty is good... ready... go! My knees start to knock, my hands start to shiver, and I ask the judge, "Ready?" I the ask my opponent, "Ready?" They both nod.

I then began my six-minute affirmative constructive speech. After the beginning quote, I was on a roll... ". Thus, I stand affirmatively resolved: Juveniles ought to be treated as adults in the Criminal Justice System. One must realize that in order to affirm today's resolution, one must uphold the highest value of today's round which is that of Justice...

". I was on fire! At this point, I thought in my head, can't nobody hold me down..