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So I'm reading the book What the Dog Saw by Malcolm Gladwell.This is exactly the sort of reading I enjoy. It's a collection of his writings for the New Yorker. Each chapter that you read makes you feel a little bit smarter, or at least a little bit more prepared for Jeopardy. He has a chapter in the book that talks about why people "choke." As in freeze up, lose their composure, and eventually lose at what they're doing. This brings me to Last Friday's speech. Choke. O'. Rama. I had done well during my usual practice sessions, but the minute I stepped up to the podium, it was pandemonium. My note cards were written in Japanese, my visual aids were cumbersome, at best, and, at worst, messy. A bowl of rice is not easy to manage when your hands are suddenly not your own. I suspect I was talking too loudly and way too fast. The subject of my speech was "Microchipping Your Pet," something I know enough about, anyways. I surely could have faked it, but even with all the information at hand, I choked. Cue the uncontrollable giggling and mumbling under my breath ("Who wrote these notes?"). Fortunately my instructor decided not to record this set of speeches. Like most bedroom activities, this was best kept off film.
This speech class seems to be good material for my blog and I'll be a tad sad when it ends. Plus, my instructor (who can apply eyeliner better than I could ever dream of) is wildly entertaining. After this class, it'll be nearly 100% dour, science and math professors. I'll have to find a new source of entertainment.
