The rules of debate

I rise from my chair, spitting out my last statement, firm and strong. Everyone around me cheers, standing in a wave formation. After I sit, it takes merely a few seconds for the water to still, but a knowing smile appears on my face, showcasing my perfect teeth. My teammates whisper to each other, squealing and bringing so much attention to us that Mrs. Hathaway shushes them. I'd rather remain humble in this win, yes, it wasn't announced, but it's reserved solely for us, we don't need a trophy to tell us we're talented. And I think that's exactly what the opposing team is worried about. A microphone booms, drawing everyone's eyes to the middle of the stage, between us, the fireweed emblem high school and them, the plain old Joe Joseph highschool. Their symbol may be a falcon, but ours is a fireweed, known to bloom through ashes. Falcons are overused, anyway, it's not an original symbol. Coughing fills the room as the announcer clears his throat, making those who are unfortunate enough to be up on the stage with him cover their ears to stop the ringing that has just arised. Yes, that's everyone on stage, even the wannabe falcons.
"Our judges have decided - cough - the winning team who will receive this here trophy today."
He says, holding up a golden trophy in the shape of a cup, classic, classy, but not exactly worth fighting for. Even so, my smiling face doesn't crack when he announces,
"Fireweed Highschool, we've come to conclude you've earnt this!"
And with that, he hands it to Mrs. Hathaway. The crowd erupts, and this time, there's no quieting them down. Everyone stands, including me, and we merge together in a circle, all of us putting our hands in the middle and jumping up, chanting the phrase I made for the team in my freshman year.
"Win for one, you win for us all!"
We all giggle, dispersing to follow after Mrs. Hathaway as she guides everyone off the stage, all while yelling over the commotion.
"Single file line!"
But no one exactly listens, so until we reach the double door in the front of the school, we'll just float amid the people gushing out of the auditorium. It takes me a lot of shoves and a bunch of "Excuse me's" and a pinch of apologies to catch up to Mrs. Hathway. I prefer to stand by her when I can, she's a bit like a mother figure to me, even when she's not being her usual soft self and is shouting at all my teammates. Though it seemingly calms her when we get to the doors and the single file line of her dreams forms. We all pass the door to each other, starting with Mrs. Hathaway, then me, then the rest of my team. The sun hits me, warming my skin and tempting me to take my cardigan off. But I don't give in to temptation, afterall, I'm Diana, not Eve. Yet my hair turns from black to a glittering golden brown color, like how Jesus turned water to wine. I'm not Christian, but what a big, fiery orb in the sky can do must be considered holy. Alas, as I climb into the same yellow school bus that brought me and my hair color reverts to black, how it is when a big, fiery orb in the sky isn't looming over me. I sit in the first booth to the left, crossing my legs and folding my hands on my lap. I stare out the window, watching as everyone loads onto their bus, including the wannabe falcons since I don't exactly have much else to watch. When all eleven students on our team are seated, Mrs. Hathaway slides into my booth. She smiles as the driver starts the engine, turning her head to me, and I smile right back. Mrs. Hathaway is a sweet woman, middle aged with naturally graying hair tied in a bun at all times. She's such a beautiful, respectable woman. I can't help but admire her.
"Diana, how are you? You must feel so proud."
"I am, and I'm so very grateful. But we really couldn't have done it without your guidance."
She giggles, her laughter reaching her eyes, filled with the knowledge that I desire.
"Thank you, Diana. You really are a bright young woman, with the way you thrive in this club, you'll be an excellent lawyer."
I just smile and nod at that. I know I'll do well in the law field, and I can't wait to upgrade from this clubhouse to the courtroom. I have to hold back from complaining that this is barely a debate club at all.
You see, my school does debate in a special way. The club seems to ignore all rules of debate, just to make it 'simpler' for us like we aren't mostly seniors and juniors who have been in similar groups in the past. The roles are the main speaker, the person who speaks the most during the debate and is basically the most important person in the room. Two people make supporting statements, and then one person works on supporting the supporting statements. The people who don't have any of those roles are just details, the people who find small things to add in. It's like a hierarchy, one I've always been on top of. We always vote on the main speaker, and that main speaker chooses everyone else's roles. Of course, everytime, I've been voted.
How did this happen?
It started when a few years ago, while I was still a freshman, Mrs. Hathaway decided to fix what wasn't broken. She went all the way to the principal and requested that we make it simpler for students to understand, and to do that all schools in the area would have to change, too. So the principal brought it up with the school board, who thought it was a splendid idea. And just like dominoes, every school around Fireweed Emblem converted to that new system. And we followed.
I've never liked that system, I find it stupid, but I can't complain too much about it. I enjoy feeling in control of the club, as they say, if you want it done right then do it yourself. If anyone else on the team took the leads, everything would spiral into chaos and we'd lose. Maybe they know that, maybe that's why they they always elect me. Or maybe they don't, maybe they all just vote for me because they can't vote for themselves, so they just have to hope everyone votes for them. But that's never the case.