The committee just looks at me blankly as I rattle off facts about my project. I'm hoping that they accept my proposal, but with every minute my chances decrease. They keep asking me useless questions for which I don't have answers. I keep spouting the same statistics and the same platitudes. Soon, sweat is rolling down my back. My arms are chilly and my palms are clammy. I can feel fire creeping up my neck. I'm sure that I'm beet red.
I feel so insignificant.
Oh, I so hate giving speeches. I know, it's weird, since I talk so very much.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry you had to go through that. You're not insignificant, though. Not at all.
Oh. This wasn't me. It was in mah imagination, for once.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't sure... Good.
ReplyDeleteRandom aside: Do you ever actually read my blog?
Isn't your date coming up? Good luck!
Yes, I do read your blog. I don't comment too much because I don't have anything constructive to say. I'll start commenting anyway, okay?
ReplyDeleteThanks. I don't ever have much worthwhile to say, but obviously I say it anyway. ^_^
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