I’m not going to lie, I know next to nothing about debate on the “national circuit”. If you were to spread in front of me, I would likely just stare blankly ahead, hopelessly attempting to comprehend the words that are flying from your mouth. Any kind of Kritikal argument would render me incapable of response, and I haven’t the slightest idea how to combat a theory shell. Suffice to say, I’m not the typical author for Briefly, mostly for what I’m about to say next: I love tournaments where the judges are not seasoned veterans of high school forensics, but rather, parents and friends of friends of friends who were called in last minute to fill a shortage. I love tournaments whose competitors include schools in a 50-mile radius, and I love tournaments whose entry fees are rarely more than $7. To put it bluntly, I love locals. And I think we all should love them, or, at the very least, appreciate the lessons they teach.
I Love Locals by Jake Mazeitis
I Love Locals by Jake Mazeitis
I Love Locals by Jake Mazeitis
I’m not going to lie, I know next to nothing about debate on the “national circuit”. If you were to spread in front of me, I would likely just stare blankly ahead, hopelessly attempting to comprehend the words that are flying from your mouth. Any kind of Kritikal argument would render me incapable of response, and I haven’t the slightest idea how to combat a theory shell. Suffice to say, I’m not the typical author for Briefly, mostly for what I’m about to say next: I love tournaments where the judges are not seasoned veterans of high school forensics, but rather, parents and friends of friends of friends who were called in last minute to fill a shortage. I love tournaments whose competitors include schools in a 50-mile radius, and I love tournaments whose entry fees are rarely more than $7. To put it bluntly, I love locals. And I think we all should love them, or, at the very least, appreciate the lessons they teach.