This week, I’m counseling debate camp. I’m back in the brick buildings of my high school, selling incoming freshman on the merits of giving up weekends and school nights for tournaments and researching. I’m telling them about the friendships they’ll make, the community they’ll be a part of, the ways debate will benefit them in the classroom.
And all of this is true: My best high school memories center around debate. My boyfriend of two and a half years is a former debate partner; two of my closest friends I met at debate. Pictures hang in my room of our tight-knit group frolicking around Boston, DC, and the North Carolina boondocks at tournaments that were more fun than any exotic family vacation. I’ve had more interesting conversations on the backs of buses or in hotel hallways than I ever did in classroom discussions.
But I found myself wavering when my dad confronted me at dinner last night: “If you had to do it again, would you? Read the rest of this entry »