If you pour over your ballots as much as I do, you've probably noticed some familiar and repeated names in the judge box. I certainly have. Sometimes you think:
Hmm, she loved me in this event but really didn't like this one. Why?
or, Oh look, that judge again. Yep, fifth & below again. Awesome.
Or sometimes, you meet a judge who just loves you, and soon the adoration is mutual.
There's this one man I can think of who's probably judged me more than anyone else has in my speech career. That's a lot. He usually likes me, so I don't mind. In fact, he's mentioned the fact that he usually likes me on ballots before. Another example: one women I know judged me in two different events last year, and gave me first both times. These weren't events I often got firsts in, so it was extra special.
What do judges occasionally see in me? I really don't know, but I like it. Now, no one wants judges to be biased, but if a judge is biased in your favor, are you really going to complain? C'mon. And it may not even be a bias. Face it. You're just irresistibly charming.
At the end of day, after losses and bad ballots, it's good to know that somewhere in this dark world, you have a fan.
You're homeschooled. Somebody loves you.