pillars of salt and sand | {izar v salazar v irvine debate}
Sept 8, 2020 8:57:44 GMT -5
Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Sept 8, 2020 8:57:44 GMT -5
SHIV IRVINE
Think back on a time when you experienced great difficulty. How did you get through it?
The question is a frustrating one, if she's being honest with herself. Not the kind of question that she has any real interest in answering; she does not want to talk about the things that have made her broken, the things that have split her into smaller pieces of herself, the things that she has had to pick herself up in the aftermath of and try to be something stronger. She wants to talk about her plans, the things that she sees for the future of Nine.
But it's the one that has been asked of her, and she has never been one to back down from a challenge.
If they want to make this a debate about the things that have made them weaker, then she will turn them into things that have made her stronger. She'll use them to win sympathy, she supposes.
"I'll not pretend that I've experienced no hardships in my life," she begins, knowing that her voice is being recorded and broadcast not just here in Nine, but in Eleven and Seven as well. A strange thought, that this nation of theirs would allow such inter-district communication, but she will take what she can. "As some are aware of, my husband Elijah died in an accident at the refinery only just a few months ago now. Gone before we got the chance to build a family of our own, before we could share our lives together fully. At a young age, my sister and I's were responsible for our own well-being, both of our parents dying before we were able to finish school." She inhales, purses her lips, lets all of the pain roll off of her. "But worse than all of that, as painful as it all was and still is, the greatest difficulty has and always will be the ways in which I was met with doubt at every step in my career."
She squares her shoulders, on a stride.
"Working as a scientist in the refinery was a job dominated by men, and with every step up the ladder that I earned, it was met with constant jockeying, the people around me thinking that I couldn't do the job as well as someone else, namely a man, would have been able to do it." She pauses, thinking again of the question. "As to how I got through it, well. It involved a great deal of dedication, letting myself believe in myself and reminding myself that I was the best person for the job, and no one could convince me otherwise. I've been met with not dissimilar doubt from some people here in Nine, businessmen trying to buy my support, or worse buy me out of the race, but I've handled it the same way I handled it then: by continuing to prove that I am the best person to do this job."
The question is a frustrating one, if she's being honest with herself. Not the kind of question that she has any real interest in answering; she does not want to talk about the things that have made her broken, the things that have split her into smaller pieces of herself, the things that she has had to pick herself up in the aftermath of and try to be something stronger. She wants to talk about her plans, the things that she sees for the future of Nine.
But it's the one that has been asked of her, and she has never been one to back down from a challenge.
If they want to make this a debate about the things that have made them weaker, then she will turn them into things that have made her stronger. She'll use them to win sympathy, she supposes.
"I'll not pretend that I've experienced no hardships in my life," she begins, knowing that her voice is being recorded and broadcast not just here in Nine, but in Eleven and Seven as well. A strange thought, that this nation of theirs would allow such inter-district communication, but she will take what she can. "As some are aware of, my husband Elijah died in an accident at the refinery only just a few months ago now. Gone before we got the chance to build a family of our own, before we could share our lives together fully. At a young age, my sister and I's were responsible for our own well-being, both of our parents dying before we were able to finish school." She inhales, purses her lips, lets all of the pain roll off of her. "But worse than all of that, as painful as it all was and still is, the greatest difficulty has and always will be the ways in which I was met with doubt at every step in my career."
She squares her shoulders, on a stride.
"Working as a scientist in the refinery was a job dominated by men, and with every step up the ladder that I earned, it was met with constant jockeying, the people around me thinking that I couldn't do the job as well as someone else, namely a man, would have been able to do it." She pauses, thinking again of the question. "As to how I got through it, well. It involved a great deal of dedication, letting myself believe in myself and reminding myself that I was the best person for the job, and no one could convince me otherwise. I've been met with not dissimilar doubt from some people here in Nine, businessmen trying to buy my support, or worse buy me out of the race, but I've handled it the same way I handled it then: by continuing to prove that I am the best person to do this job."
