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Hmm. Last week, Imperial College came down to Sussex to fight a fencing match. They won, though actually not by all that much. I forget the score, but it was pretty close (about five points in it, I think). Today, they came down again (different folks, though) for an archery tournament. That's right, friends, three hours of slinging arrows at distant circles. Quite tiring under normal conditions, but dealing with the condescending comments of the Imperial team really began to wear after a while. They appear to believe they're G-d's gift to archery, practicing three times a week for about three hours a time. Upon winning, the very first thing they declared? "Right guys, now we have to try harder. See you all at practice tomorrow." They ate up our only practice session this week while we hosted the competition, and they wonder why they're better than us? Argh. I was just English enough to be a little inhibited and limit myself to snippy, catty comments here and there (things like accepting Sussex scores without question in my role as target captain, and laboriously confirming every Imperial arrow). I think they got the message after a while, as we seemed to start getting on better ;)
I beat my old personal best, though, for a score of 337/600. I 337. Why do I find that amusing...?
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