AFTER last year’s short-lived teachers debate stint, I had sworn off debates for life. Sure it had been great while it lasted – the mental challenges, the intellectual stimulation and the exhilaration of winning. But I wasn’t going to go through the whole debate gamut again – the sleepless nights with debate lines running through your mind, the butterflies in your tummy. (Diana says hers are vultures, swooping in for the kill each time her speech is due.)
No, thank you very much. I had made up my mind. Debating was a fine thing to be sure but I’d rather stick to my safe world of calculus and trigonometry.
