Debate Room After School

This is what the debate room looked like today after school. The two boys on the left are deeply in love... I mean, "very good debate partners". They often flaunt there skills, I mean, "help the younger students", with various after school work session. The three beautiful looking children at the table are trying not to fall asleep... I mean, "learning the ways of effective speech giving". The two angelic figures at the computer with the colorful bottoms are myself and Savannah. We don't, haven't ever, and will never participate in a debate. Instead, we call ourselfs "forensics students". We happily choose to compete in interp. events only. It's kind of like acting, only not. I guess you could refer to us as drama queens.         
             The purple shirt wearing guy at the back of the room is our coach, Mr. Pittman. He's kind of a big deal, and this is his last year as a debate coach. He plans to retire and open up a women's fashion line (or so I've heard). Notice how he is standing next to a swirly vortex of doom. Often times, the tension in the debate room gets so bad, you can literally see it looming around, ready to choke anyone who dare go near it.
Today, this tension was caused by none other than myself, as I sit at the computer, creating this very picture of the events you see before you. Needless to say, waiting for my brother, who was working on his own debates for two hours, made me extremely bored.