Here is a guest post from one of my great blogger friends Wanea! In her post she speaks on procrastination and how in some ways it still works out and in others not so much. I’m sure we’ve all had our own entanglements with procrastination. Please go give her lots of love, likes, and follows at Unbecoming!
“It’s Kind of a Funny Story: China”
High school was a complicated time, but there are a few moments I can look back at and laugh.
It was senior year in AP Government, and my best friend and I were just trying to keep our heads above water. As ‘grade-obsessed’ students battling a bad case of senioritis, we were feeling extreme burnout from the school year and were ready to do nothing but graduate . About a month or two before graduation, our teacher informed us about a mock MODEL UN hosted by a local university. The mock trial was opened for high school students around the area and would discuss certain national interests like any debate. He told us that it would be a part of our grade to participate and divided us into groups of two, each with our own country to represent. My best friend and I were given China. ‘Ok’, we thought, ‘great. Another thing to procrastinate’. We shelved the assignment in the back of our minds and went back to our regularly scheduled programming.
A month later and I’m waking up to a phone call at 5 in the morning. Recognizing that its my friend, I answer it. “Girl”, she says in the gravest, most stressed-out tone I’ve ever heard, “It’s today. The country thingy is today. WHAT ARE THE TOPICS.” My stomach drops. I grabbed the paper our teacher handed to us with the list of topics to debate. There’s something general about “security”…”human trafficking”…”vaccinations”….and at the bottom of the list, a very specific, nerve-racking topic: “China’s Internment Camps”. I go back to answer the phone: “You’re not gonna like it”.
The rest of the morning was fast and very much a blur. We spent the next three hours on the phone, simultaneously getting ready while copying and pasting anything we could find about China’s camps into a google doc, which is actually not a lot. Later on the campus, we meet up with each other and try not to burst into tears. There are over a hundred kids there, all from different schools, all representing different countries and ready to eat China alive. A nearby mediator tells us that each delegation will be required to have opening remarks and as the only country specifically being discussed, our’s better be good. “Alright so what would China say about internment camps”, I ask my friend. “Probably deny their existence”, she remarks. Ok, we decide, that works. With her as the speaker, and me as the writer, I type away as my friend offers some pointers and the announcer gives the welcome speech. When it’s time to debate (less than 15 minutes later), we’ve got a solid 3 paragraph opening equipped with facts, an emotional appeal and a pretty powerful hook if I do say so myself. My best friend takes the speech, composes herself, and delivers it with all the grace of a bonafide ambassador. The other delegates, mediators, and high school teachers hang onto our words, borderline impressed. For a split second, I think we just might win this thing.
Unfortunately, in an almost unanimous vote, China lost. Not surprising, considering the real China is without a doubt holding people in internment camps. But what did shock us was hearing the mediators call our name for “Best Delegation” out of all countries present.
While the whole experience was extremely stressful and nerve-racking, I’m glad that when I look back at it now, all I can do is laugh and remind my best friend of that wild ride.
Still, I’m never doing anything like that again.