I fight with my parents too much. It’s probably inevitable, what with my being right all the time. Occasionally, stupidly, I find myself using debate jargon. You dropped my argument on…
I still don’t know “what I’m going to be when I grow up.” At this point I’m resorting to process of elimination (not a mathematician because not Asian, not an artist because want to make money, not a programmer because incompetent). Possibly I’ll be a lawyer, because apparently (according to Ms. Saenz, my AP Euro teacher) they start all the revolutions.
I’d give a lot to be right all the time.
My friend uses ‘debate speak’ occassionally too, it’s a bit weird in normal conversation.
If you become a lawyer, I will kill you.
PS We’re going to have a looong conversation about this.
sounds ominous