Don't you tell her how I give you something
that you never even knew you missed
Don't you even try and explain how it's so
different when we kiss
You just tell her that the only way her
heart will mend is when she learns to love again
And it won't make sense right now but you're
still her friend
~ “Call Your Girlfriend” by Robyn
I gave two
presentations in my Biz Law 2 class this week. One was on “Chapter 13
Bankruptcy” (assigned topic) and the other was on “1929: Black Tuesday” (choice
topic). I rocked them. This is not the time for false modesty and humble pie. I
was well-prepared, knowledgeable about my topics, and I am comfortable performing
presentations with Power Point that do not consist of me reading the text on
the slides.
** Side Note: If you present in this manner, please
save everyone the ordeal and just send them the Power Point slides without
bothering to present verbally. **
Instead of
reading bullet point after bullet point aloud, I emphasized what I was saying
with animation and graphics. I had an outline to follow – but overall, I ad
libbed both presentations. While I am not entirely sure that the class was
entertained or even paid attention, I do know that I scored bonus points for my
“exemplary performance” and “excellent use of technology and video” on my “Class
Presentation Grading Rubric”. Only one more class period remains before I am
finished with the term. All in all, I will have achieved a 4.0 for my paralegal
educational experience, will have made a couple of really close friends, and
most importantly, will be free to begin studying for the national certification
exam, which I am taking in January. Woo hoo!
Unfortunately,
school appears to be the only aspect in my life that is running without a
hitch. At home I have a pile of cabinet doors waiting to be painted, a shed
full of belongings that need to be organized and/or purged, a healthy diet to
undertake, and a lot of laundry to wash and put-away. I also need to begin writing consistently and
with discipline.
Friday
evening I will be giving a short, but informative, speech to 300 sixth graders
and their families. I gave a similar speech last year at the same event. This
is the easiest task I need to accomplish as far as my responsibilities as president
of the “OG”. I am definitely in need of some guidance in that realm. I feel as
if I am constantly stumbling in my role. Granted, I am used to literally
stumbling with my klutzy self; but metaphoric stumbling is not as familiar of territory.
I have many people counting on me and I don’t want to fail their expectations
(or my own).
I am open to
suggestions for any of the above.
PERSONAL NOTE: Just breathe. I promise you that things will
get better.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Every time I think of castles or airports, I
think of you.
PUBLIC NOTE: My little dragonfly is the smartest and
most handsome godson and nephew in the whole wide universe.
