on the art of debate...
Today we had a class exercise that had to do with active listening. We had to break down into groups of threes and designate two people to be the ones conversing, and one person to be the observer. I find a group, sit down, and we proceed to read the ridiculously cryptic directions (I'm telling you, for a book on communications, it is seriously confusing). Anyway.
Apparently, two of us had to have a couple conversation for seven minutes on some of the designated subjects, while the observer took notes on how we communicated with each other. (Or something. Who really knows.) As I scanned the list of "acceptable" topics to speak about, I immediately began to sweat:
1. Nuclear energy. (You have GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.)
2. Gun control.
3. Political parties. (I get too much of my political knowledge from Steven Colbert, it's an issue, really.)
4. Immigration.
5. Death penalty.
6. Affirmative Action. (Is it bad that I had to Google this?)
7. Abortion. (Do we really want to touch this one? And for seven minutes?)
There were also a few more random, politically charged topics, and the last option was just a blank line. I toyed with the idea of filling that line with options such as:
1. Why the Kardashians shouldn't have their own TV show.
2. Cuteoverload.com and other websites that make life worth living.
3. The joys of Washington State: including, but not limited to, Seattle.
4. Season 1 of 30 Rock.
5. Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.
6. This textbook, and why it makes no sense.
But I bit my tongue and tried to act like a well-rounded college student. Because if I hadn't, I would've looked like a goober. And at that point in time, the curly-haired liberal in our group decided he was going to be the observer, which all of us wanted to be (obviously), and I decided I had no choice but to concede to be one of the speakers. The other was a sweet girl with a big smile who moved here from Africa.
Here's the thing with me: I am not a debater. I don't debate. The very thought of signing up for a debate class makes me want to punch a baby. For some reason, I am just not good at putting my thoughts into coherent arguments. I'll know what I want to say, but when I'm in the heat of the moment I end up looking like a confused, wishy-washy teenager - no matter how strong I feel about something. I walk away from the conversation with about seventeen different things that I should have said, wondering WHERE those words were when I needed them most. I'm just much, much better at expressing myself through writing. And now I, a religious girl with conservative values, was expected to have a mini-debate on some seriously intense subjects with a liberal guy, and a woman who grew up in a completely different country.
Our first topic? The death penalty. I'll save you the train wreck that was my choppy explanation on why I agree with it. My partner's response was that she doesn't agree with it, and she had a strong presentation, clear choice of words, and so on and so forth. After she presented, Liberal Guy turns to me and smiles, earnestly saying, "So, did she change your mind?"
What the hell. No, she didn't change my mind. I have two much-younger sisters, and I know in my heart that if something unspeakable happened to them that I would never, ever want to think that the person responsible had the "right" to live out his life when he ended the lives of two innocent children. (And it happens more than I like to think. I have a fascination with crime, which in turn, makes me paranoid. But, that's another story.) I'm not going to lie and be politically correct, when I know in my heart what I truly believe in. Even if I can't seem to express my thoughts in a semi-coherent way. I guess I was just irritated that he was all eager for me to agree with her, just because she was a better debater than I. (And apparently he agreed with her.)
The next topic? Abortion. Gah. Again, I couldn't get out the words that I wanted to say. It's even more difficult when I felt slightly attacked. "Well, what if someone is raped? Why should they have the eternal reminder?" "Well, what if it's a teenager?" "Well, what if religion prohibits you from taking birth control?" "Well, what if you know you can't provide for the child?" And so on and so forth. I seriously didn't sign up for a class in moral debates, and I seriously wanted to excuse myself and go outside to hang out with the herd of rabbits sitting calmly on the lawn.
After class, I couldn't stop thinking about it. It's really frustrating for me, when I can't get my opinions or beliefs across in a way that others can understand or respect. It makes me feel like I don't have a strong grasp on why I believe what I do, when I know I do - I just can't get it out in the way people want to hear, I guess. And no, I don't have an answer for every, single "what if". Who does? Who? I can't explain away everything in the greatest detail.
Does anyone else find it difficult to express what they believe - and not only that, but back it up with reasons why exactly they believe it?
At least tomorrow class is going to consist of watching the movie When Harry Met Sally. That? That I can handle right now.











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