I’m not sure why this popped into my head, but it did.  It’s kind of a rambling story but if you stick it out until the end you’ll learn a bit about where my sense of humor comes from.  Unlike most of what I write, this is all true.

Back in ’87 or ’88, when I was in high school, I learned I’d need a fine arts credit if I wanted to graduate.  Since staying at Farmington High School for the rest of my life wasn’t high on my list of things I wanted to do, I dug around to see what was offered.  I found art (I can’t draw), theater, and speech/debate.  Theater didn’t especially appeal to me at the time so I chose what looked like the easiest solution: speech and debate.

I pretty much sucked my first year, but found my footing the second year and got…