Last debate practice of our high school careers. We went through some mock rounds versus Alex Conway and Adam Levy, and by the closing statements, Alex was about ready to claw my eyes out. She would have loved to see me go down one last time. Not on your life, Conway. Maddie and I are both made of steel. No, mercury. We’re fluid and poisonous.
I’m going through cards like a nun praying on rosary beads, mouthing each phrase.
Maddie is pacing with her jacket over her head, reciting her opening.
Stacia walks past the government classroom, peering inside. Maddie’s saying, “But in the United States…”
“Maddie!” Stacia calls, leaning on the doorframe.
Maddie pauses and lifts up her jacket. “Hi, Stac,” she says.
“Wanna take a break?” Stacia offers.
“Nope, can’t,” Maddie says. “Sorry, dude.”
Maddie has put her jacket back over her head.
And that, ladies, gentlemen, and Future Sam, is our life during tournament time.