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.