Mom asked me to be a judge at the area interscholastic speech event this past Monday. My sister put it this way, "They're that short on judges?"
So I was prepped with a room full of teachers - some of them who taught me in high school - and throughout the night I was posed questions.
1. "Where do you teach?"
2. "Where did you go to college? For teaching?"
3. "What's your degree in?"
In short,
4. "What qualifies you to be a judge?"
1. At home.
2. Dordt...but only for two years.
3. English Education....but it's only an AA degree, which, technically speaking, gets you nothing. Nothing, I guess, except the lessons I learned in those two years. About literature. About teaching. About dorm life. About others. About myself. Ultimately, I'm still working for my degree - is that why your questions ends with a preposition? A masters...in Life.
4. A college speech class? Love of words, written and spoken? Love of kids?
“How can it be a large career to tell other people’s children about the rule of three, and a small career to tell one’s own children about the universe? How can it be broad to be the same thing to everyone, and narrow to be everything to someone? No. A woman’s function is laborious, but because it is gigantic, not because it is minute. I will pity Mrs. Jones for the hugeness of her task; I will never pity her for its smallness.” G.K Chesterton
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