The day was March 6, 2015: the second day of the Regional Beta Club Convention. Anticipation had my stomach in knots as I sat in the lobby, fiddling with my thesaurus, waiting for the time when we would be called into the conference room. For weeks I had looked forward to participating in the writing competition. I had spent a week imagining the setting of the room, my competitors, what the topic may be. I wanted to feel the glory of coming in first place, not only for my club and for my school, but for myself. Soon enough the doors opened, and the conference room filled with students from various chapters, schools, and backgrounds. Most carried a thesaurus with them as did I; others even went as far as to bring thick dictionaries with them. After signing in, I ended up being seated by an excited competitor. We exchanged tight smiles, but I’m sure in the back of our minds, we knew that we were opponents competing for the same first place victory.
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Then we began! The prompt was simple enough and once I commenced writing, I could not stop. I wrote and wrote until my fingers cramped. Soon enough, I was one of the few left in the room. I went to turn in my story, feeling quite proud. I thought the victory was mine. My other club members had finished their competitions, and we spent the rest of the day going from activity to activity. Although I laughed and played with the others, my mind still wandered back to my essay and whether or not the judges liked it as much as I
Then we began! The prompt was simple enough and once I commenced writing, I could not stop. I wrote and wrote until my fingers cramped. Soon enough, I was one of the few left in the room. I went to turn in my story, feeling quite proud. I thought the victory was mine. My other club members had finished their competitions, and we spent the rest of the day going from activity to activity. Although I laughed and played with the others, my mind still wandered back to my essay and whether or not the judges liked it as much as I