I've been to 10 tournaments this year. Now, I know you're probably thinking, 'dang, Hadley, that's massive amount of tournaments.' And you're right. Ten tournaments is a lot. There's probably some math I could do to see how many hours I spent at tournaments this year, but I really don't want to. Sorry.
Last weekend, I went to my last tournament of the year. (Minus NITOC, which I am going to.) The last tournament of the year is the one where you realize a few things, such as, but not limited to, the following:
- This could be the last round in which you deliver the speech you've been working on all year.
- You won't be able to hang out with your senior friends at tournaments anymore (unless they're awesome and come back to judge.)
- You'll never deliver that debate case again.
- Speech and debate camp is too far away.
- You aren't going to a tournament for at least six months.
- If you're a senior, you aren't going to compete at a tournament again. (Now that's just depressing.)
- This is your last chance for a green check mark.
- Waiting is hard.
Well, now I'm depressed.
The last tournament of the year is also a reminder. It reminded me why I'm doing this to begin with: because I love people. It's easy to forget this when you're in the middle of a heated debate round, or when every ballot reads fifth and below, or when you lose around because the other team was more charming. But if we continue to go back to why we love speech and debate, these things fade away. I promise.
Vote affirmative. And try not to freak out because NITOC is in 40 days.
(This post is part of a series called The Third Year Chronicles. Click here for TTYC #24)
