Friday, 29 October 2010
If you want to complain, I'm not the complaint department
So I had to do a presentation on Tuesday which I was absolutely dreading. Dreading it so much that I was putting off writing the presentation all summer. I'm not good with speaking tbh and I don't like all the attention being on me. But the more I practised it, the slightly better I felt. I also downed a shot of raspberry vodka before I went to uni to give it, but I think it had worn off by the time I actually did it. So when it finally rolled round to me giving it (I was number 12), it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. My voice was a little shaky but when I sat back down, I felt good that it was over and that I had actually done it, an accomplishment (albeit a minor one.) Now I feel that if I have to do one again, which is likely, I won't get ridiculously anxious beforehand. It feels strangely good to vent this.
The picture is irrelevant but I adore Marilyn.