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Never in my life had I believed in a literal stench of defeat, and yet after losing the state theatre competition, I now know that the stench of defeat can best be described as a mixture of sweat and bus bathroom. Although my team and I sat next to the bathroom in the back of a sweltering bus, I am convinced that what we smelled could be nothing other than defeat. It hung heavy in the air as we drove away from a humiliating loss, it silenced us and brought us to tears, and it absolutely reeked. After months of preparation, my team and I had placed first in both the district and regional theatre competitions, only to come last at the state level. To have made it so far only to have the rug swept out from under us at the …show more content…
Italian food seemed to be the answer to my question and our bus pulled over to a small, empty restaurant on the side of the highway. Rehearsing with my team for months had built a familiar comradery between us, but as I sat eating with the people I had gotten to know almost too well over the past school year, I noticed that there was an unusual tension in the air. What was usually a loud and raucous bunch was now a somber and drained looking group. I knew I had to do something soon or else all of our good memories together would be forever tainted with the smell of that sickening failure. So I did the only thing I knew to do: I started connecting the drinking straws. It started with just my own and any extras I found, but as my creation began to take shape, others began contributing their own straws as well. Soon, I had created a straw that spanned the entire length of the restaurant. It wasn't long before someone suggested that I attempt to drink from the other side of the room. My teammates were laughing, our director shook her head fondly, and even the waiters cheered me on. As I managed to pull just a bit of water from a cup over 20 feet away from me, I tasted it:
Never in my life had I believed in a literal stench of defeat, and yet after losing the state theatre competition, I now know that the stench of defeat can best be described as a mixture of sweat and bus bathroom. Although my team and I sat next to the bathroom in the back of a sweltering bus, I am convinced that what we smelled could be nothing other than defeat. It hung heavy in the air as we drove away from a humiliating loss, it silenced us and brought us to tears, and it absolutely reeked. After months of preparation, my team and I had placed first in both the district and regional theatre competitions, only to come last at the state level. To have made it so far only to have the rug swept out from under us at the …show more content…
Italian food seemed to be the answer to my question and our bus pulled over to a small, empty restaurant on the side of the highway. Rehearsing with my team for months had built a familiar comradery between us, but as I sat eating with the people I had gotten to know almost too well over the past school year, I noticed that there was an unusual tension in the air. What was usually a loud and raucous bunch was now a somber and drained looking group. I knew I had to do something soon or else all of our good memories together would be forever tainted with the smell of that sickening failure. So I did the only thing I knew to do: I started connecting the drinking straws. It started with just my own and any extras I found, but as my creation began to take shape, others began contributing their own straws as well. Soon, I had created a straw that spanned the entire length of the restaurant. It wasn't long before someone suggested that I attempt to drink from the other side of the room. My teammates were laughing, our director shook her head fondly, and even the waiters cheered me on. As I managed to pull just a bit of water from a cup over 20 feet away from me, I tasted it: