from memory, i recited
what seemed like a long poem in front of a 200 person lecture hall (half full). IV theater. my professor has an irish accent and is very popular on campus. he always proposes the extra credit option suggesting, "if you're a senior you should especially do it, to go out with a bang, yoo know? otherwise you'll regret it, yoo know?" well this year i am a senior. i woke up at nine and memorized it in time for my eleven o'clock class. i know five people in that class. ten eyes. i am a daily passer by-er of the majority of the people in that class. english majors. one noticeably cute guy who forgot his book one time and shared with me. an entire sorority. about eighteen other people recited as well, but i was still so nervous i could of sworn the clip-on-mic was picking up my heart beat and reverberating it over the loudspeakers. the lights were dimmed for mine because someone had just given a powerpoint presentation. they had forgotten their lines, and i did not want to forget mine. i did not have a powerpoint. i recited quiet and slow. i remembered. they genuinely applauded. after everyone presented the professor mentioned only three recitations, "sometimes the most timid speakers give the most brilliant presentations because it's really intense" and mine was one of them. eva's quiet boyfriend who never says anything stopped me on the way out to say, "good job." that night my TA singled me out too. i think the subject matter and me whispering the f-word really added to the whole effect. after that encouragment, which was probably mostly courtesy, i was glad i did it and i would have regretted it otherwise,
that was last week.
i have literally been up all night writing two 15page papers and studying. all due today at four. i just wanted to take a quick break to write something that wasn't required.