My Father was a service droid!

I really dont know what to say. So I'll just rant about my day.

Woke up, went to school. They made us do stuff in ROTC. Joy.... After that it was pretty much a normal day. Take notes in physics, take semi-notes in Speech. Type and mess around in Web2. Yup.... oh right, afterwards went to Tacobell with Connar (Conner? not sure how its spelled) which was fun. We pretty much talked about our old bus. Fun times, fun times..... Then as soon as I got home, my brother wanted to go eat again. At which point I gorged myself. As I'm typing this, it sounds boring, so heres a story.

The crowd cheered. The music played. The confetti fell. And as the excitement settled and the music silenced, a champion stood. One who had trained day and night, sacrificed his own time, his own money, and of course, his own patience. He was the under-dog, the one know one expected to win. He was "that kid", often thought to practically be a 'by' in competitions. Yet here he stood, un-defeated, and while atleast 50 in the crowd had their eyes glaring at him, the rest praised him. The rest realized what a triumph he had made. But it still hadn't dawned on him yet. Not fully. Yes, he won. Yes, he had done what others believed to be impossible. And yes, he was the under-dog. But to get first? To win the tournament? To take the title from people he only yesterday admired, respected and revered? It was un-precedented. It was un-imaginable. It was so many other things, and yet it had happened, and that was the one thing it wasn't. Possible.