My Debate Experience

Best Adjudicator, Yay! Well, OK, to be very honest it was a tie with a guy from Davao. Urgh, it was my personal achievement moment and I had to share it with an ugly earthling. Nonetheless, it was fulfilling after my last MPDC’s fiasco, that is, when Gimmi my darling boyfriend slash best debater of them all, was almost brutally murdered by unworthy of calling themselves debaters “debaters” who, unfortunately, were pathetically eliminated from the breaks at the fateful hand of yours truly, best adjudicator of them all. ‘Course, last time, they nearly wished me dead.

Crazily, my bad deed was an indirect effect of my good deed. It all began when I chaired the first round of debates. Of course I chaired, having aced the adjudication exam, no sweat (sorry, the MPDC turns me cocky, though I don’t have one). Two debaters paneled with me, and feeling quite sweet and generous, I recommended one of them as a chair for the next round. Who knows how they recommended me, though, since in the next round, my previous panelist did chair while I was demoted to a panelist status! Ack! My dignity! Demolished. And so it persisted in the next few rounds that I kept on paneling and never chairing, having lost my edge.

Finally, in the last round, I paneled with my fellow ADZU adjudicator and a chair from a school I forgot. I had failed in my duty to my debaters, I felt, since now it was a moot point to think that I would in any way belong to the top ten adjudicators. This was crucial, since it would mean that I would eventually help adjudicate the finals round. The only way I could contribute was by eliminating the competition. And I did just that. Threw my average reasonable mind off the building and wore the vengeance-help-me-do-this-dirty-deed cap on my head. Long story short, I influenced my student adjudicator to bow down to my wishes and made the chair want to take me by the neck and strangle me till I acceded to an average reasonable decision. I didn’t, my student adj didn’t and neither of us made it to the breaks.

Breaks night came and I didn’t go, leaving the outraged debaters to gang up on my baby boyfriend demanding him to hand me over so they could skin me alive. Six to one, my poor baby. They beat him up to a pulp and left him for dead.

Just kidding! The other ADZU debaters saw his plight and came to his rescue, and the average reasonable mind enforced peace on earth. For that brief moment, anyways. Finals came and no ADZU adjudicator paneled, woe was us. Ultimately, the enemy won. All my fault.

That was a year ago, the 10th MPDC. I haven’t gone since. Well, until now. The 13th MPDC. I was forced by our contingent to adjudicate since no one else could. Of course, the free trip and registration helped.

Anyways, this year everything happened differently. I put my average reasonable mind to use and didn’t go berserk when our best debater slash ‘I know I’m a god but even gods can have an insecurity complex’ stated at the end of his speech: “Walking does make people win, perhaps not now, but maybe next time.” in reference to the enemy’s quip on our contingent’s habit of parading ’round the stage while speaking. A betrayal of trust, that was, the worst thing a debater could do in a debate – to concede.

Still, even though, again, the debate cup came so close yet still stayed out of our reach, our accolades speak for themselves. Best Debater, Best Speaker and Best Adjudicator. Helps wash away the sour taste of First Runner-Up.


  1. don’t be too harshed on saying “ugly earthling”. he tied with you, it only means he either is better than you, or rather the same stats with you.

    be thankful. don’t be mean.

  2. oh no i never said he was better or worse than me. i didn’t adj with him until the finals, and even then he didn’t say much so i wouldn’t know.

    all i said was that he is ugly, in my humble opinion. and ‘earthling’ isn’t really derogatory, i mean it applies to so many people other than us, right? :)

    sergey, by the way, you are so much cuter than larry.

  3. hey sergey, if ur one of the most richest men in the world, how come u cant afford an english tutor? u sure need some help w ur english. lol. :D

  4. greetings to ms. flisha.

    if comments are flowing with such ease and significance, be thankful. larry is taller though.

    i saw the history link of my computer and again saw your page. armed still with this entry.

    and to mr. gim – i have carved a niche for myself and larry as one of the worlds’ richest man. and im not boasting that fact. i would be ashamed to talk in english because of my imperfect grammar IF i am a pure blooded englishman. and i am not.

    i would love to have a tutor if the people im talking to tell me directly that they don’t understand what i am saying. clear?

    as long as they do understand me, and i can nag them back a clear answer, i would not attempt a thing such as hiring a tutor. again. do not be mean.