I'm linking this post to the blog hop, Finish the Sentence Friday - Once I knew the truth, I could no longer talk myself out. . .
In 1964 much was astir on college campuses. While political and ethical issues abounded, l was just trying to make my way through some of those required courses, one of which was Oratory Speaking. I avoided taking a speech class during high school because it wasn't a required elective, but more importantly because I turned bright red whenever I had to give an oral report and shook like a leaf. Now I could no longer stand behind the skirts of fear.
The assignment was to give a demonstrative speech where I had to show how to do something while simultaneously telling how to do it. Now as a young adult, speaking in front of my peers shouldn't evoke the same high school fears, or so I thought. Once I knew the truth, I could no longer talk myself out of giving my speech titled How to Sew on a Button. My classmates listened and watched with rapt attention as I nervously managed not to shed too much blood on the fabric while pushing the threaded needle through the buttonholes and fabric several times.
Oh gosh, I don't know if doing an activity while speaking in public would make it easier or more difficult! On one hand, distraction but on the other - yowza. My hands shake really badly when I read or speak in public. I don't think I'd be able to sew on a button!
ReplyDeleteIt was very obvious that I was unable to pull it off successfully. Lesson learned.
DeleteI know what you mean. I suspect most people are a little nervous about speaking to a group especially if they don't know the audience that well, or if they don't feel prepared to speak on the topic given.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that I didn't talk about how to dice vegetables. That wouldn't have been a pretty picture!
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