Brutal honesty appreciated
Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 3:29 am
“To be honest, I expected [applicant] to be the weak link; he’s a freshman who’s never been to elimination rounds, much less the finals of a tournament.” As I waited for the judge to explain what I had done to cost my partner and me a chance at the state debate title, my foot began to loudly tap the commercial-grade tile of the high school classroom despite lacking my conscious approval to do so. At 10:30 PM, 15 long hours since the start of our first debate of the day, the physical effects of desperately demanding that my Ford Pinto-level debate ability facilitate the performance of a Ferrari had begun to set in. The headache that would be a frequent visitor later in my debate career (then soothed by an appetizing cocktail of Excedrin, Alka-Seltzer, and Coke) began to blur the faces of the three judges occupying a table in front of the crowd of 30 spectators.
“That expectation turned out not to be the case. The panel’s decision is three votes to zero in favor of the affirmative team. Congratulations to our new state champions, [redacted] and [applicant].” Applause from the spectators framed handshakes and hugs between my partner, me, and the two opposing senior debaters who feigned sincerity in their congratulations. For them, this was the end of the road – a finality that I couldn’t understand due either to my young age or relative inexperience in an activity I had haphazardly fallen into. They understood that few are fortunate enough to begin a highly competitive pursuit at its peak and justifiably considered it an affront to their thousands of hours of preparation that someone with little experience had won. But, it was hard work and a bit of luck which allowed me to begin debate, an experience that would thoroughly alter not only what but how I thought, with a sense of perspective that can only be found through the vantage point at the summit.
Many teenagers spend their weekends at the movies or friends’ houses, but I spent mine traveling across the country chasing the same thrill of victory and sense of accomplishment of which the state championship had given me a sample. Competition was against the best students from privileged backgrounds and consisted of trying to persuade judges of frequently outlandish scenarios which I did not necessarily believe. One Saturday in Nashville would be spent proclaiming that ending federal subsidies to Iowa corn farmers would lead to global nuclear war, and the next weekend in San Francisco we outlined the reasons why removing landmines from the demilitarized zone separating North and South Korea would lead to a Chinese military invasion.
In truth, the conclusions such arguments arrived at mattered little compared to the logical path of how they were reached. I quickly learned that warranted chains of causality won debates. Unsupported assertions did not, regardless of how polished one’s rhetorical presentation was. In fact, one would be required to passionately speak on behalf of a course of action in one round and then subsequently insist that such a path could only lead to immense, irrevocable catastrophe. My mentor’s favorite cliché was that the best debaters do not need good arguments to win. Accepting this mantra, I often challenged myself to make arguments I felt were poor or those with which I was uncomfortable. To win a debate with such an argument represented a sign of its validity to me.
While the ability to objectively evaluate the merits of an argument’s dimensions from multiple perspectives proved to be an invaluable tool, I discovered it must be used with discretion and incorporate perspective. The ability to justify any argument led to difficulty committing to opinions and beliefs in some cases, and the resulting cynicism, when unchecked, undermined my ability to recognize and convey an idea’s pathos. The detached, calculating assessment of policy required in debate ignored the vibrancy and sincerity that marked interaction out of it. The ability to critically dissect worldviews tested the mettle of guiding principles I consider to be inviolable. Debate trained me in sophistry of the highest order – it gave me a set of specialized tools for evaluation, but the framework of values by which those skills are applied was up to me. As a result of this rigorous methodology, the convictions that have withstood scrutiny are of first priority as I enter the legal profession and work to effect real and lasting change.
I often consider what I left debate with, other than the ability to recommend a great burrito place in Denver and a breadth of knowledge across a wide variety of subjects. The answer to that question depends largely on the day on which it is asked. The truth is, when navigating the experiences of day-to-day life, the analytical ability and ideals to which I am committed continue to inform the paradigm I view the world through in new, unexpected ways. For me, law school is not only a forum for the exercise of these skills, but it also promises to be the source of new perspective with which I can serve more effectively. Both humbled and excited by the opportunity to proceed in a profession that values these factors as much as I do, I look forward to the possibility of attending law school at [LAW SCHOOL].
“That expectation turned out not to be the case. The panel’s decision is three votes to zero in favor of the affirmative team. Congratulations to our new state champions, [redacted] and [applicant].” Applause from the spectators framed handshakes and hugs between my partner, me, and the two opposing senior debaters who feigned sincerity in their congratulations. For them, this was the end of the road – a finality that I couldn’t understand due either to my young age or relative inexperience in an activity I had haphazardly fallen into. They understood that few are fortunate enough to begin a highly competitive pursuit at its peak and justifiably considered it an affront to their thousands of hours of preparation that someone with little experience had won. But, it was hard work and a bit of luck which allowed me to begin debate, an experience that would thoroughly alter not only what but how I thought, with a sense of perspective that can only be found through the vantage point at the summit.
Many teenagers spend their weekends at the movies or friends’ houses, but I spent mine traveling across the country chasing the same thrill of victory and sense of accomplishment of which the state championship had given me a sample. Competition was against the best students from privileged backgrounds and consisted of trying to persuade judges of frequently outlandish scenarios which I did not necessarily believe. One Saturday in Nashville would be spent proclaiming that ending federal subsidies to Iowa corn farmers would lead to global nuclear war, and the next weekend in San Francisco we outlined the reasons why removing landmines from the demilitarized zone separating North and South Korea would lead to a Chinese military invasion.
In truth, the conclusions such arguments arrived at mattered little compared to the logical path of how they were reached. I quickly learned that warranted chains of causality won debates. Unsupported assertions did not, regardless of how polished one’s rhetorical presentation was. In fact, one would be required to passionately speak on behalf of a course of action in one round and then subsequently insist that such a path could only lead to immense, irrevocable catastrophe. My mentor’s favorite cliché was that the best debaters do not need good arguments to win. Accepting this mantra, I often challenged myself to make arguments I felt were poor or those with which I was uncomfortable. To win a debate with such an argument represented a sign of its validity to me.
While the ability to objectively evaluate the merits of an argument’s dimensions from multiple perspectives proved to be an invaluable tool, I discovered it must be used with discretion and incorporate perspective. The ability to justify any argument led to difficulty committing to opinions and beliefs in some cases, and the resulting cynicism, when unchecked, undermined my ability to recognize and convey an idea’s pathos. The detached, calculating assessment of policy required in debate ignored the vibrancy and sincerity that marked interaction out of it. The ability to critically dissect worldviews tested the mettle of guiding principles I consider to be inviolable. Debate trained me in sophistry of the highest order – it gave me a set of specialized tools for evaluation, but the framework of values by which those skills are applied was up to me. As a result of this rigorous methodology, the convictions that have withstood scrutiny are of first priority as I enter the legal profession and work to effect real and lasting change.
I often consider what I left debate with, other than the ability to recommend a great burrito place in Denver and a breadth of knowledge across a wide variety of subjects. The answer to that question depends largely on the day on which it is asked. The truth is, when navigating the experiences of day-to-day life, the analytical ability and ideals to which I am committed continue to inform the paradigm I view the world through in new, unexpected ways. For me, law school is not only a forum for the exercise of these skills, but it also promises to be the source of new perspective with which I can serve more effectively. Both humbled and excited by the opportunity to proceed in a profession that values these factors as much as I do, I look forward to the possibility of attending law school at [LAW SCHOOL].