Out of my depth
As a schoolkid, I signed up for a public speaking contest purely as a ruse to meet girls. It haunts me still: in front of 300 people, I started to speak, dried up, stood there for what felt like half an hour staring at the floor and then slowly walked back to my seat. Oh, and the girl I liked laughed.
Have you ever been utterly, completely, devastatingly out of your depth?
( , Thu 14 Oct 2004, 15:07)
As a schoolkid, I signed up for a public speaking contest purely as a ruse to meet girls. It haunts me still: in front of 300 people, I started to speak, dried up, stood there for what felt like half an hour staring at the floor and then slowly walked back to my seat. Oh, and the girl I liked laughed.
Have you ever been utterly, completely, devastatingly out of your depth?
( , Thu 14 Oct 2004, 15:07)
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in 4th grade
...kids in our class would scare our teacher after recess by hiding in her closet, then jumping out when she hung up her coat. This was endlessly amusing to us, and not too traumatic to her. When it was my turn, I hid in the closet a little before end of recess. I waited, gloating in the closet, planning the devastatingly funny statement I would make when she opened the door. The class returned. The teacher began her lesson...but never opened the closet door. At least a half hour passed. Every moment that ticked by made it stupider and less funny. I began to get claustrophobic. After about 45 minutes, I just came out in disgrace. It was a warm day and the teacher had not worn a coat. Embarrassing.
( , Thu 14 Oct 2004, 16:09, Reply)
...kids in our class would scare our teacher after recess by hiding in her closet, then jumping out when she hung up her coat. This was endlessly amusing to us, and not too traumatic to her. When it was my turn, I hid in the closet a little before end of recess. I waited, gloating in the closet, planning the devastatingly funny statement I would make when she opened the door. The class returned. The teacher began her lesson...but never opened the closet door. At least a half hour passed. Every moment that ticked by made it stupider and less funny. I began to get claustrophobic. After about 45 minutes, I just came out in disgrace. It was a warm day and the teacher had not worn a coat. Embarrassing.
( , Thu 14 Oct 2004, 16:09, Reply)
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