Immobile like a statue, silent like a mute, eyes looking up, trying to find the answer to the question - “What’s the next line I suppose to say?” Three years ago, I was standing in front of three judges and a hundred of spectators struggling to remember a line of an oratorical that I had long since memorized. The attention of the audience was undivided. Everyone’s eyes were staring at me, waiting for my lips to move and resume my speech. All ears were expecting to hear a word to be uttered. For ten seconds, my mind went blank, the silence remained. This was a moment of failure, embarrassment, and disappointment. A moment that had contributed to my personal growth and development.
This concept ties together the timelessness of rhetoric. Therefore, I don’t want history to skip over and forget my say. In order to ensure that my say is a roadstop on the unending conversation, I have to adequately prepare myself before taking the stage. As a result, learning new, in-depth, and effective ways to outline has emerged as the most valuable tool which this course provided me. I will contribute to this realm of rhetoric by perfecting my attention grabbing step, discovering more opportune quotes for discussion, and properly evaluating the audience at
Everybody must do what I say at once!" He stamped his foot and the studio shook. " Even as I stand here" he bellowed, "crippled, hobbled, sickened - I am a greater ruler than any man who ever lived! Now watch me become what I can become!" (Vonnegut 43).
The only thing left to do was to put the speech, which I had already written in my head 1000 times, down on paper. However, once I began writing,I realized that something inside of me had
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
I never thought that people would whisper behind my back. Through the hallways, I strolled to the familiar, lush field with large trees for recess. Then, the biggest, meanest bully on campus steps directly in front of me, blocking my exits. He and his gang begin to insult me, and I don't like their tone of voice. Just when I turn my back, he slams me into the hard ground.
Me and max show up at elicis and we are going on a rollercoaster ride me and max got our Tickets and and we go to fin are ride that we are going on and the line is really long so we decide to have lunch and we go to a hot dog stand and get to hot dogs for Each other to eat before we go on the ride. So we finist are hot dogs and we stand in line and then we have to wet in a really long line for the ride there was a tiny sign that said “the wait from here is 2 hours from this point” so it took about 20 mins to get there so max Savad are sopte wall i wind to a limad stand and in wand a kind of long line but it only took about 10 mins and i was in front so i ordered 2 lemads and i went back in line with max and we moved up about 15 people.
The poetic-narrative autoethnography presented here explores my experience and struggle with my fear of public speaking. Public speaking is the number one fear in America that people possess, even over death, which is at number two. Jerry Seinfeld made a joke about this statistic in one of his bits when he brought up that at a funeral, people would rather be in the casket than to speak the eulogy. Halina Ablamowicz said, “…public speaking is one of the greatest fears among Americans and at the same time, it is considered as one of the most desirable and sought after skills” (98).
When it comes to analyzing works of various genres, I have never done it quite as much as I have done in this class. I never really did analysis like we did in Humanities 140 in any other English class I have had thus far. Albeit, I have only had one English class that was taken all the way back in 2012. So after not doing anything related to deeply analyzing works for such a long time was very refreshing. I know we analyzed many different things from architecture to drama to dancing, but I cannot say that I enjoyed every little thing that we as a class analyzed.
Confession time readers, It’s time to find out what makes us tick, what strategy we employed to make us one of the best. The strategy we used is an ancient, enigmous, trying one; many have tried and failed to comprehend the effectiveness of this strategy, this strategy requires patience, diligence, and faith in my in the Israeli State. This strategy often referred to as ... the do nothing strategy Hold on a second, I don’t mean I did nothing at all. I just meant that while I was relaxing in the comfort of my home, signing deals for US troops to come, ordering soldiers to patrol our borders and skies, then sitting back and watching the mayhem befalling our neighbors and Europe.
Drew was right. The place was immaculate. Carefully laid out yellow caution tape marked the road-like routes the various vehicles used while loading and unloading. Painted lines provided boundaries for the various crates and boxes while unloaded. The place was neat as a pin.
For the past 15 years, I was never allowed to sleep at a friend’s house. My parents were afraid that I would be kidnapped or murdered. I wouldn’t even ask my parents if I could sleepover at this friend’s house because I knew the answer would be no. As I joined soccer during freshman year, I knew there would be a Lock-In, where team bonding occurs by having sleepovers. Our Lock-In would be held in a soccer dome near Zona Rosa.
As I reflect over my life, I am inundated with memories. Memories of verbal abuse, mental abuse, and emotional abuse. Memories of not only just feeling alone but also being alone. Memories of being left on the doorsteps of the Department of Human Services along with my two younger siblings at the apex of my senior year. Memories of being voted to be on the homecoming court, memories of making the cheerleading squad.
As I reflect on this memory I am thankful because it truly impacted my life. This experience helped me grow and look at my failures in a different light. It taught me to never give up and to continue down my path until I reach success. From that day forward I never look at setbacks as failures but rather motivation to keep going so in the end I will be
My best friend, was a gorilla, my neighbor, was a Hyena, and my house was a small hut made out of sticks and grass in the middle of a dry land. That's how people visualize me when I tell them that I am from Ethiopia. Ethiopia is a vast and beautiful nation that lies in the eastern lands of Africa. It’s the country where the descendants of the Axumite kingdom still live in. The land of the first Christian empire in Africa but to the rest of the world it's a poor and undeveloped nation because well...it's in Africa and Africa is a continent seen by the world as a place of hunger, wars between tribes, and uncivilized people living with wild animals.
"My peach body butter has sprung legs again! Where did you go this time? " I say to no one in particular as I look feverishly for my absolute favorite body lotion. And suddenly: "There you are, how did you get under my bed?" Talking to myself is natural and I do it all the time both at home and in public.