I hate when people say they’re going to do something and then don’t. It’s been almost a week since my conference experience and I haven’t shared. I do apologize.
The conference was not really what I expected. I’ve been going to these things since I came to U of H, I just never presented. So I sort of had an idea of what it would be like.
I was the first presenter, of the first table, on the first day. I was extremely nervous, but not as nervous as I thought I would be. After reading my story, I looked into the audience and half the people had this blank face as if they’d just been staring at the fluorescent lights for the last five minutes. Afterward, there were not questions for me. There was one guy that came up to me and told me he really liked my story so that was really cool.
I’m not disappointed in their reaction. I’m more disappointed with myself. I should have practiced. I should have memorized my story. I should have read it the way I wrote it, with all that feeling, but it all takes practice and that was the purpose of this conference. But all in all, it was a good experience for me.
I really like being in Edinburgh. It reminded me of El Chuco. I loved the color of their skin, hair, eyes, the sound of their voices, but mostly, I liked being around them. I felt at home. I liked that my shoes were covered with dust that the wind picked up…man, I really need to take a trip to EL Chuco.
Earlier this week, I believe it was on Wednesday, my sister gave me some mail I had received at her home. There were three letters, two credit card applications and one from the English department. I tore open the envelope of the one from the English dept. thinking it was perhaps a letter from my advisor telling me there’s some glitch in the system and I can’t graduate or they wanted more money from me. To my surprise, and trust me, this was a very big surprise, they were writing to let me know that I was cordially invited to attend a lunch next week to honor me because I’m graduating with honors. I was completely shocked; all I could do was blurt out, “I’m graduating with honors.”
My sister quickly came over and took the letter out of my hand and read it for herself and said, “Cool!”
And yet, I was still in shock. Actually, I’m still in shock now. I really can’t believe it. Needless to say, I’ve been busting my ass even harder studying for Comm Theory so I can keep my honors status.
More stuff has happened, but this is all I’ll bore ya with today. I want to get as much work done as possible, so I can go home and study more.
The conference was not really what I expected. I’ve been going to these things since I came to U of H, I just never presented. So I sort of had an idea of what it would be like.
I was the first presenter, of the first table, on the first day. I was extremely nervous, but not as nervous as I thought I would be. After reading my story, I looked into the audience and half the people had this blank face as if they’d just been staring at the fluorescent lights for the last five minutes. Afterward, there were not questions for me. There was one guy that came up to me and told me he really liked my story so that was really cool.
I’m not disappointed in their reaction. I’m more disappointed with myself. I should have practiced. I should have memorized my story. I should have read it the way I wrote it, with all that feeling, but it all takes practice and that was the purpose of this conference. But all in all, it was a good experience for me.
I really like being in Edinburgh. It reminded me of El Chuco. I loved the color of their skin, hair, eyes, the sound of their voices, but mostly, I liked being around them. I felt at home. I liked that my shoes were covered with dust that the wind picked up…man, I really need to take a trip to EL Chuco.
Earlier this week, I believe it was on Wednesday, my sister gave me some mail I had received at her home. There were three letters, two credit card applications and one from the English department. I tore open the envelope of the one from the English dept. thinking it was perhaps a letter from my advisor telling me there’s some glitch in the system and I can’t graduate or they wanted more money from me. To my surprise, and trust me, this was a very big surprise, they were writing to let me know that I was cordially invited to attend a lunch next week to honor me because I’m graduating with honors. I was completely shocked; all I could do was blurt out, “I’m graduating with honors.”
My sister quickly came over and took the letter out of my hand and read it for herself and said, “Cool!”
And yet, I was still in shock. Actually, I’m still in shock now. I really can’t believe it. Needless to say, I’ve been busting my ass even harder studying for Comm Theory so I can keep my honors status.
More stuff has happened, but this is all I’ll bore ya with today. I want to get as much work done as possible, so I can go home and study more.
2 comments:
good to see your back. presenting sounds nerve wrecking. and going first does not make it any easier. if i may ask, what did you present on? also, congrats on your honor status too.
Gracias a los dos. It is pretty nice, except I won't be wearing the chords unless they give them to me. I've spent enough money on graduation.
Presente una historia. I think I've mentioned it here before, it's called "La Gata." It's about my mom & her life as a maid and how it affected me. I've been asked to submit it somewhere, we'll see how it goes.
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