So I've been doing speech and debate since seventh grade and state quals B was the second time I have ever made it to finals. The second time I got a trophy. At all the league tournament I ALWAYS got cut I never made it into finals. Before this I only had one small 6th place trophy from my freshman year, but I kept working and when I got to the tournament my goal was to make it to finals that was my one goal. After round one I legit had a full on panic attack and I had to leave the room because I couldn't breathe. Round two I was still shaky but I did my speech and managed to watch all the others. Then round three happened, the semi final round and I saw my code and I was really happy I made it through the first round of cuts. I go into the round and do my speech I watch the others and as soon as I get out I book it to the snack bar. I'm a stress eater. I get rice crispies, Reese's, sour patch, root beer, kit kat, and start eating sugar like no tomorrow. Finally we had postings, I go up in there and see seven codes left. 347, my code, 4th speaker. I start crying this is my second time out of ALL of my years I have made it into finals. I do my speech, watch the others, and continue the cycle of eating sugar. Then during awards I hear finalists for Original Prose and Poetry up here please. I get up from my seat and I start panicking, I turn to my friend and say I can't do this to which she replied Hailey get the fuck up there you're going to do great. I go up and full blown out panic attack and the girl next to me and another girl start to console whispering that it's okay. There were five spots to state. As soon as they said in sixth place from Lemoore high school I knew I got in. Ladies and gentlemen your state qualifiers for Original Prose and Poetry. Five years later I didn't give up and now I'm going to state
