In honor of tomorrow (Deaf Day at Robin Hood Faire), I give you a slice of life from high school. Some of you have heard this story before, but it's the story of how my mom tried to introduce me to a Deaf idol of mine. I originally wrote this in high school, and I'm not going to re-write it now, so forgive the slightly anachronistic details. ;c
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All the demigods were beginners once too, after all, and they got there by, well, practicing.
But when you were a teenager that level of skill looked a lot further away.
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*smile* I didn't show this to her until we'd been friends for nearly a year (and she'd held her pageant title a little over a year), which I think softened the blow of the "demigod" remark. But it's true, debaters from my old high school, kids whom I've never met, have referred to me in similar terms and freaked the living daylights out of me.
Guess each of us is somebody's demigod. ;c)
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