Thats a common joke between Mullen and myself. Before I leave the dorm to give a speech He normally yells it until I walk down the hall and out of sight. I always hated speech class. Not sure what it is, welp, I kinda do. Since coming to Eastern I have been a bit socially awkward. And that is more on my part. I just have a natural hatred towards people now. So the last thing I want to do is stand in front of 30 people and give them a speech about something they don't care about.
For some people that may be easy, because nobody cares right. Well, in a sense I kinda care. I take SOME pride in my work. So I was generally nervous about my first speech. The 1916 Rising. I was just 2 weeks removed from Ireland so I couldn't wait to present it. I had a great command over the knowledge of the subject so I figured all would go well. Sadly, I stuttered a bit which I knew was gonna happen cause I tend to naturally do it. But when I got a fuckin' 84 I was quite pissed off.
My next speech was on Manchester United. To tell you the truth I didn't spend anytime on preparation because, lets face it, I know a lot about United. I also had an impossible Econ test that week (got a B) So I figured I would do work on the next few. Well, I got a comfortable 83% on that. So I was pleased. I would have gotten a 98 but I messed up on my outline... I never handed it in. Oh, well.
On my group project about Conflict Diamonds my group of course had to be a group that barley met. Well, we met once before the speech. We were supposed to be up for the 20-26 minutes. We also were missing our leadoff man, Zach, because of Swine Flu. So long story short before I was gonna give my portion of the speech I looked up at the clock and we were at 7 minutes. Which meant I hate to talk for at least 13 minutes about ways of preventing a disastrous score. Well I got up there and rambled, and blabbed, and rambled, and blabbed some more. I talked for about 19 minutes. I prevented any possible failure on that speech. Zach also spoke about it the next Monday and ensured a top score. We got a 98%.
But my luck was soon to be stretched. I had a speech this Wednesday. It was a special occasion speech. So I choose to talk about my Grandfathers accomplishments in WWII. Well I didn't practice it at all. I was feeling confident about it though. I was my Grandfather and I always admired his past. Well, long story short. The girl who went before me got the class to cry during her speech. I figured I was gonna get a failing grade cause my teacher was sobbing throughout my speech. I also had to carry on while a girl left the room crying. Long story short I got a 94% so I guess it worked out. I am realizing I have a 89% in class which kinda sucks because my hardest final, math, is on the same day. I also have my other two hardest finals, Econ and History that Wednesday so If I get a mother fuckin B I will freak out.
Peace out
Bill Langevin
but the important thing is: are there hot chix in yr class?
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