Debate- My voice by Chitrita

Debate- My voice by Chitrita - January 2026 Scholarship Essay

I walked to the podium anxious, with sweaty palms. The air felt heavy, wrapping around me like a weighted blanket. After rehearsing my speech for what felt like the hundredth time, I still did not think I was ready. Rows of faces scanned over me as they waited. I took a deep breath and started. All of the endless scouring on the internet, sleepless nights preparing my case, and reciting my words until they reached the depths of my memory finally paid off as I delivered one of my best congressional debate speeches. It felt different, new, and polished, nothing like my first speech in debate class during sophomore year.

Back then, my counters were insubstantial, and I had no idea how to respond to questions. Public speaking was never my strong suit. Growing up, I was withdrawn, speaking only when absolutely necessary. My thoughts and ideas often got caught in my throat whenever I had to share something or interact with others. I watched from the sidelines as people around me navigated conversations with ease, hoping I could learn how to belong and be heard.
Choosing congressional debate was intimidating since I knew very little about it. Still, I kept showing up to tournaments every weekend. With the guidance of my debate teacher, Mrs. Reynolds, I learned that growth comes from consistency, not perfection. She reminded us that effort mattered more than medals, and seeing my peers work hard regardless of outcomes helped me let go of my doubts. I learned to do it scared and keep going anyway.

Through debate, I discovered a strength I never knew I had, the ability to face fear and speak anyway. I also came to understand the power of words, how carefully chosen language can shape perspectives, influence others, and give meaning to ideas that once felt impossible to express. As I prepared more and understood the strategies, my confidence grew. The quiet girl who once stayed on the sidelines became someone who could stand her ground and speak with purpose.

That strength continues to shape my growth beyond debate. I now approach challenges with confidence rather than avoidance,
knowing discomfort often means progress. Debate gave me more than a voice. It gave me belief in myself, and that belief continues to guide who I am becoming.