Well...
I sucked up a presentation today. As in i sucked at it. Meh, my fault, at least it's done. *sigh* still felt kind of ridiculous up there, but hey, ya know.
But after that, the teacher I gave the poem to read it aloud as 'anonymous student'. And she did a *really fucking good* reading of it. I've never heard my writing read by anyone but myself, and to hear it done so passionately - I almost started crying, and I still shake when I think of it. It was *so* beautiful, I honestly couldn't believe I'd written those words. I mean, writing it, I just thought 'well hey - this is good' but... yeah. Maybe I'm just so connected to the words wrote that they meant more to me. *sighs* But honestly - a truly singular experience, and honestly, the way it was read. Just floored me.
Anyway. Just thought I'd share that.
But after that, the teacher I gave the poem to read it aloud as 'anonymous student'. And she did a *really fucking good* reading of it. I've never heard my writing read by anyone but myself, and to hear it done so passionately - I almost started crying, and I still shake when I think of it. It was *so* beautiful, I honestly couldn't believe I'd written those words. I mean, writing it, I just thought 'well hey - this is good' but... yeah. Maybe I'm just so connected to the words wrote that they meant more to me. *sighs* But honestly - a truly singular experience, and honestly, the way it was read. Just floored me.
Anyway. Just thought I'd share that.