[a slightly over-written drama in three parts, followed by several short narratives depicting everything you never needed to know about my last ever NCFCA qualifier]
- Act One: The play opens upon the process of registration and script submission. Grace is feeling sick. She mentally debates dropping events, but can’t bring herself to actually do it. (old habits die hard) In the middle of all this misery, her trust in God kicks in, and she hangs all her hopes on the knowledge that His will always prevails. (Also, she texts a bunch of people asking for prayer.)
- Act Two: Equipped with her own personal pharmacy (aka, she took a lot of drugs), Grace arrives at the tournament facility bright and early the next morning, feeling not-so-bright. With a prayer in her heart and a cough drop in her mouth, she steps into her first debate room.
- Act Three: Several hours later, Grace has fudged her way through a round with Kelton Brisack, coughed all the way through her OO, given a wonderfully successful apologetics speech, enjoyed impromptu, and downed multiple bottles of water. Climbing continually higher on the ladder of health, she marvels at the grace of God and the means He uses to remind her of His sovereignty.
The unimportant details:
- My judges ranked me 2nd, 3rd, and 5&below in every single impromptu round.
- Alison and Elizabeth are undeniably the best self-appointed ladies-in-waiting I could ever have. ❤
- Debating was immensely enjoyable. But… I’m also glad I don’t have to prepare to do it again.
- The better one does in competition, the better one wishes to do. I can feel the pull to lose my focus on what this is REALLY about, and I shall never yield to that. Because life is not about what I’ve done, but what’s been done for me.
- Jason Halvorson and Brooks Clayton are dynamic. Absolutely phenomenal.
- The gym floor was made of some sort of rubbery substance, extremely conducive to bouncing marbles! (And John Ryan thought it was a great place to empty his pockets, evidently. =D)
- Never again will I compete at an NCFCA qualifier. It makes me slightly sentimental.