Instead of drinking, I was dragged to a individual fencing tournament on St. Patrick’s Day. Was quite reluctant about it, partly because I didn’t want to pay US$20 to participate and win perhaps nothing. The upcoming midterm in five days was also drilling a hole at the back of my head.
But it turned out to be a blooming surprise. I fenced relatively well, except that I lost to good friend Sarah in the final; even though I was leading 8-4, I eventually lost 13-15. A moment of weakness in concentration can cost you the world in fencing. I got hard on myself for giving the gold away, but then I should be grateful that I won something at all.
And after receiving our ‘medals,’ I didn’t feel so bad anymore:
It’s a cheap plastic mug trinket turned into a medal! Bleah. Anyone want to have a toast with it?