[quote]Charlie Horse wrote:
Coop your story about being that guys art project reminds me of how I like/liked to prepare for presentations/performances I’d visualize what I’d do if people laughed or made snotty comments, or whatever. I always visualized just loosing it and ranting and raving cursing out the audience and then maybe throwing chairs at them and then eventually just leaping into the audience throwing punches. It must have been fun to actually loose it. lol
<–Jealous. [/quote]
It was a really weird experience, actually. When I was in college I was always one of those guys who would actively participate in class discussions and I was (and still am) such a shit disturber that I would always look for ways to subtly challenge whatever the professor was saying if I didn’t quite agree with him/her. But at the same time, I was always VERY nervous anytime I had to give a presentation in front of the class.
I remember the last presentation I had to give in a capstone class for my history degree. It was basically an evaluation of historians’ attempts to psychoanalyze Hitler postmortem. We also had to write a 30-page paper on the topic. Everyone in the class had to choose a topic from a list and I came up with this one on my own. I had bombarded myself with so much info and had such confidence in my stance and my ability to essentially tear apart the arguments that all of the major heavyweights in the world of psychoanalytical profiles of Hitler that I didn’t even bring any notes or anything. I just had a very basic PowerPoint presentation and started to speak, very authoritatively as my professor noted on my paper, and about halfway through I realized I was covered in sweat. That was the only outward sign of my nervousness, but I was a complete wreck on the inside. Strangely, I haven’t had this problem at all as a teacher. Something about being an authority figure of sorts, I think. That, and I don’t lecture much anyways.
So when I had to speak in front of my idiot roommate’s class I was nervous as shit. Hence the sunglasses. They made all the difference in the world. And I didn’t even start slowly. I can’t remember exactly what the question was, but I started by asking the class a question with the understanding with my roommate that no matter how anyone answered it, I was going to lay into them with some real fire and brimstone, and at a high volume. It was great! And I was a complete wreck again too. I got there a little early and had to sit at the front of the class for about 15 minutes while art teacher made a few announcements, and I was sitting there all decked out and everything, with my sunglasses on (Dirty Harry’s by Arnette, black, $69.95) staring straight ahead while the class (about 40) sat there and I could clearly see all of them eyeing me like, what the fuck is this guy who isn’t in our class doing up there in a fucking $1500 black wool suit in the middle of May?