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The debate (and a giveaway!)

21 Apr

Just to let you know, there is a giveaway at the bottom of this post.

Our debate topic was selected to go first.  It felt like my heart was beating so hard, it might just come right out of my chest.  My armpits started sweating.  I tried to slow my breathing in order to control my nervous rapid heartbeat, but my efforts were futile.  Instead, I forced myself to listen intently to the other team so that I could offer valuable and punchy rebuttals whilst trying to ignore the extreme nervousness and anticipation I was feeling.

I had practiced my speech in front of a mirror about a thousand times.  I knew my information, but I still had all of it typed up with exactly what I wanted to say sitting on the table in front of my just in case I had a brain fart at an inopportune moment.

“My name is Sheri, and I know I am speaking last today, but as you can see, two members of our team didn’t show up, so I am not going to be filling the role of last speaker, but will be speaking as the second speaker because that was my original role.”

Debates are usually 3 on 3, but there weren’t enough people to make a 9th debate team, so our debate was 4 on 4. Unfortunately, two of the people on my team didn’t show up, and one person on the opposing team didn’t show up.  What the point of enrolling in a class, paying for the class, and then not turning up to the second day of a compulsory 2 day workshop is, I’m not sure, but whatever.

“The other team said that late abortions, even after 24 weeks should be allowed if the fetus is likely to be disabled.  Do you think that disabled people are somehow less human or that disabled people have less of a right to life than able bodied people?  I think Stephen Hawking would have a few things to say about that.”

I could hear the reactions of the crowd. I could see the pleased look on their faces, and the slightly shocked look on the opposing teams faces.  Sure, Stephen Hawking was born with a disability, but that is not the point, and the crowd knew it.  And I knew a line like that would get everyone’s attention and compel them to listen to the rest of what I had to say, rather then sit there fidgeting whilst their minds were somewhere else.

My nerves were making my legs physical shake underneath me, but my voice did not betray me.  I don’t think anyone noticed my shaking legs, and I  somehow delivered my speech better for the audience than I did to the mirror.  They listened to my every word and cheered for me when I was finished.

My debate. In case you're interested.

My debate. In case you’re interested.

“Ok, show of hands, who thinks the for team won?”  The teacher asked.  Only 2 or 3 hands went up.

“Who thinks the against team won?” About 13 hands went up (our class was divided into two groups for the debates so that we didn’t have to sit there for four hours, while everyone had a turn).  Some people didn’t vote.

We did it.  With two team members who didn’t turn up, we still won. Not that winning affects our scores, we are each scored individually based on our performance on the day, and then weighted according to how our team members scored our teamwork leading up to the event, but still, it was nice to win.

Everyone else had debated before, so I was the only debate virgin.  It’s a requirement in high school over here.  Lucky for me, I was a horse nerd growing up.  I was in horse 4-H from when I was 4 until I was 18.  To compete at the county fair horse shows, it was a requirement to complete 1 or 2 (can’t remember which) horse judgings, which were essentially mini shows with only 4 horses/riders in which the audience had to judge the class themselves.  The closer you got to what the real judged scored the class, the better you did.  It just so happened that I was very good at horse judging.  I was on the county judging team, and qualified to do horse judging at state level. I even won at State once.

At state level, and even some county events, we were required to give oral reasons, which involved standing about 2-3 feet in front of someone like Pat Pehling, who was the Head of the Snohomish County4-H Horse program (and a quick google check reveals that, OMGosh, I think she still is!!!), and delivering a memorised speech of why you placed the horses/riders in the order that you did, in a structured manner.  Pretty much like a one sided debate.

When I first started competing in horse judging, I completed workshops and participated in information nights so that I would have the best chance I could at doing it right.  The thing I remember most is being told that most people lose lots of points in their oral reasons because they don’t make eye contact with the person scoring them.  From that moment on, I resolved that I would not be one to lose marks just for not making eye contact.  I would stand there in front of Pat Pehling, gazing straight into her eyes for the whole 1-2 minutes no matter how awkward and uncomfortable it felt at the time.

And you know what? That is what I did. Every. Single. Time.  I forced myself to talk at a reasonable pace, not too fast or too slow or stumbling over my words, speaking in a clear, strong, confident voice, no matter how unconfident I felt, all whilst staring down the person judging my oral reasons.  And for that, I always got very good scores for oral reasons.

I used the eye contact and voice skills that I learned all those years ago in my debate, since I didn’t have any other experience to go on.

Who knew that years and years of being a horse nerd would translate to winning a university debate all this time later?  See, it pays to be a nerd 🙂

GIVEAWAY!!

To celebrate the win, and that fact that horse 4-H helped us win, I am giving away a double pass to the  Cavalia show in Sydney on the 21st of May. The winner will be able to collect the tickets from the box office.

Cavalia: A Magical Encounter Between Human and Horse, an innovative multi-media and multi-disciplinary production created by Normand Latourelle, one of the co- founders of famed Cirque du Soleil, announces the addition of two more cities to its debut tour of Australia. Cavalia will open in Sydney on May 15, 2013, under its signature White Big Top, on The Showring at the Entertainment Quarter in Moore Park.

I can't wait to see Cavalia! I get to go opening night with Aaron.

I can’t wait to see Cavalia! I get to go opening night with Aaron.

Enjoyed by some 3.5 million people across North American and Europe, Cavalia is a lavish production involving 50 magnificent horses and featuring 42 riders, aerialists, acrobats, dancers and musicians from all over the world. A show unlike any other, Cavalia celebrates the relationship between humans and horses, virtually reinventing the equestrian arts.

In Cavalia, horses cavort with the many artists in front of a constantly changing digital background projected onto a 60 metre-wide screen, drawing spectators into dream-like virtual environments. Unlike traditional horse shows, Cavalia’s audience faces a single 50 metre-wide stage which allows the horses space to gallop at full speed, at times running completely free, unfettered by bridles or halters. Cavalia takes place under a white, big top, rising some 35 metres high that gives the horses an ample playground to perform with their trainers and artists. Cavalia’s gleaming White Big Top is the second-largest touring tent in the world – surpassed only by the one housing Cavalia’s sister production, Odysseo.

To enter, just comment below and I will draw a random winner via random.org.

-Competition open to anyone 16+ worldwide, but winners must be in Sydney on the 21st of May to collect their tickets and go to the show. ID is required at the box office to collect your tickets.

-Prize is non-transferable, non-changeable, non-refundable.

-Competition ends Saturday, 27 April 11:59pm.

UPDATE:

Congratulations to Ann, who was commenter number 9 and won the double pass to Cavalia!
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Busy mommy

4 Apr

Hannah is recovering from pneumonia.  The third and fourth kinds of antibiotics and a trip to the children’s hospital seemed to do the trick.  She is her cheeky happy self again without the fever and the doc. can no longer hear congestion in her lungs (or whatever it is they hear in there).

I have been busy doing a scientific report for my biodiversity class at uni (who knew just the reference list would take so long to write up in the proper Harvard style format?), and preparing a debate for my scientific literacy class.  I will be debating  the topic abortions should be legal to 24 weeks.  On the against side.  Obviously.

We move at 7:30am tomorrow morning and the house is still full of stuff that needs to be packed.  We are very behind since Hannah was sick over the long weekend.  The long weekend that we had planned to spend packing and moving all of our non-furnitures items into the new house.  Now it’s a race against time.

Needless to say, you probably won’t hear from me for a bit.  I was all smart and organised the internet (ok, got Aaron to organise it) to be installed in the new house before we moved in so that it would be ready when we got there, but Aaron got an email from them this morning saying that there may be a problem with the line and they will find out within 24-48 “business hours.” Sigh.  I’m going to be pretty annoyed if we have no internet for a while.  I kind of need it since my Scientific Literacy class is external.  Meaning everything is online.  Except the debate, that will be in person.  In two weeks.  Goodness, I’d better get cracking.

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The Stubborn Grandma

11 Sep

Grandma: “Look at this stinging nettle I got out of the back yard.”

Me: “That’s a thistle.”

Grandma (grumpily): “No, it’s a stinging nettle.  I’m just trying to help you so Hannah doesn’t get stung.”

Me: “Regardless of what it’s called, I know Hannah shouldn’t touch it.”

Grandma (getting increasingly annoyed): “It’s a stinging nettle. I’ve lived my whole life in the bush, I know what a stinging nettle is!”

Me: “Well growing up, my Mom told me that those were thistles.  Stinging nettles are the ones that don’t look like they’d hurt you, they don’t have spikes on them, but then  you touch them and they sting.”

Grandma: “They both sting.  Touch this.  Come on, touch it, I promise it will sting you.”

Me: “I know it would hurt if I touch it, it’s spiky! That doesn’t mean it’s a stinging nettle.  It’s a thistle.  Maybe I’m wrong, maybe my Mom was wrong, I’m just going on what my Mom told me.  Maybe you’re wrong.”

Grandma: “It’s a stinging nettle.”

Grandma went outside and then came back, bearing non prickly, leafy, harmless plant.

Grandma: “This is a thistle.”

Me: “That’s not a thistle.  I don’t know what that is, but it’s not a thistle.”

Grandma: “How do all the rabbits eat thistle then?”

Me: “They don’t.”  I don’t know if they do or not, but I can’t imagine that they’d want to eat something that would likely poke their eyes out while giving them a lip piercing.

Me: “I’m going to look it up.”

Grandma (thoroughly annoyed): “Fine, but this is a thistle”

A few hours later (I hadn’t told Grandma that I looked it up hours ago):

Grandma, bearing a large spiky plant: “Look at this big…we’ll just call it Thing…that I found in the side yard.”

Me: “It’s a thistle.  We looked it up.”

Grandma (stubbornly): “Whatever.”

Then there was silence.  I wonder if Grandma will ever speak of said plants to me ever again, if she will still call them stinging nettles, or if she will now call them thistles???????????  Only time will tell….

UPADATE: Over a year later and she still refuses to call them thistles. She gets all flustered and says “You know, those stinging things…” HA!

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