Реферат: Creative Writing My Summer Off Essay Research

debate was going to be easy, but when the politician walked into the room and

shook my hand, I knew this match would be a challenge. He won the coin toss and

chose the affirmative side, which gave him the power to define the terms of the

debate. The resolution given to him was ?be it resolved that two heads are

better than one.? With all the shrewdness he had employed in our previous

debate, he defined the terms as ?sexual reproduction is better than asexual

reproduction? and proceeded to present a convincing case as to why life is

better because of sex. I probably spoke for two minutes before I could think up

a proper response. but I did. I based my case on the lower rate of birth

defects in asexual reproduction, the process of grafting lost limbs back on to

plants and the ability of populations of asexual reproducers to row at

astonishing rates. My words flowed cleanly a smoothly, the speech was well

organized and the logic made sense. I knew I had won and the judge confirmed

this assertion. So out of 50 people, myself being the youngest and least

experienced, I had made it to the final round of a double elimination tournament

without a single loss. I shook his hand and sped home in an elated state.

The following day the final match occurred. It was held in outdoors in

the amphitheater and a crowd of thirty people had gathered to watch. I was so

confidant from the last match that I had not even looked over my sacred list of

debate follies. The sun was shinning and it was going to be a hot day but a

pleasant breeze kept the weather pleasant. I stepped up to the same ornate

podium that was in the photograph and tried to look as convincing and composed

as the boy in the catalogue. As I read the definitions and began to argue,the

breeze, like some malicious hand, snatched my notes from the podium and hurled

them to the ground. I paused and picked them up but the mood was broken and,

for reasons I am still not sure of, the audience turned on me. At first there

was an isolated taunting from a few people in the back rows. But the heckling

spread like a cancer until the entire audience was not listening to me for my

case but instead probing for mistakes to harp on. I lost my cool, began to