“She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs runs runs”
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“My name is Charlotte Anderson, but my nickname is Lottie. In fact, I prefer Lottie. I really hate my real name because I’m named after a spider in a cartoon movie that’s like over a decade old, and it’s also a movie that I strongly dislike. I don’t like it because I watched it too many times. No, the first time I ever saw it I disliked it. I don’t see the big deal about a pig teaming up with a singing spider against—I’m rambling again, aren’t I?” I pressed the stop button on my lap top and let out a loud sigh.
I always tended to ramble.
I had the right start, but once my mind got off topic, say goodbye to the whole speech.
I was trying to make a speech for my online speech class—online speech, yeah I know—and all I have to do is coordinate a power point introducing myself to get a proper grade. I know this online speech class is basically a blow-off; it’s not the same as making and preparing a speech in front of people, it’s so different than doing it in front of a camera. But I knew how much gas it was going to cost having to drive all the way to the college, and I knew that since it was my senior year, I wasn’t exactly going to have down time to go there twice a week for 2 hours and do a speech class. I figured it would save time and money by doing it online.
However, I’m also a procrastinator.
I always do my work at the last minute. If a teacher assigned an essay and said it was due in two weeks, I can guarantee you that I would be finishing it up, editing it and such the night before it was due. You can call me lazy, you can call me unmotivated, but I prefer to call it procrastinating.
I pressed play on the button and started my speech again.
“My name is Charlotte Anderson, but my nickname is Lottie. You can call me that if you want; I’m just saying that I have a nickname. Anyway, I’m 17 years-old, my birthday is on November the 20th, and…” I suddenly lost all train of thought and once again had to stop the recording. I clenched my teeth and pushed away from my desk, taking my hair out from its ponytail and letting it fan over my back.
One thing I learned is that I stink at doing speeches. I guess it would help if I wrote down the specific topics in front of me—hell I’ve heard from people that they write their entire speech and hang it behind the computer screen. They read the speech off the paper and to the viewer; it looks like they’re actually just saying it. But since I’m so difficult, I prefer doing things the hard way.
Plus I thought it was easier to just talk, but apparently I was wrong.
I finally gave in and grabbed a piece of notebook paper and started writing things about myself. I hated having to do things like this, mostly because I didn’t know what I wanted to write down. Sure it was easy to say how old I was or what color I liked—but what do I say after that?
Do I have to say that I’m panicking because I have no idea what I want to do after high school?
Could I say that my mum and I are not on good terms right now?
I stopped writing topics when I ran out of things to say. What do normal people say? Do I like to ride horses? No, I’ve never even ridden on a horse before. Do I like to read? Oh, yes, I actually do like reading, so I quickly jotted that down. I then added 3 books I thought of at the moment so I could prove that I do actually read.
