All week I had the time to write a one to two minute speech for my class on someone who inspires me. But let me explain to you why I'm in a fucking speech class.
I signed up for imaginative writing.
Writing, a writing class.
And so this year they decided to put together Speech Arts and Imaginative Writing together. One for one semester and the other for the other semester. So I have nine weeks until I get to my writing class, and I have to endure this form of public speaking until so.
The speech is two tomorrow. I have two sentences on my favorite band and that's it. I've already talked to the teacher about the anxiety I get and she just told me try, go first and get it over with. And all I have is these two sentences that do nothing but introduce the band.
Maybe I'll write something up between this post and third period tomorrow. Until then, I think I'm going to cry about how much I hate my head.
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