About the oral presentation

 "Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?"

"Why Do You Love Me" - Garbage

As a class task, after an oral presentation about a variety of topics that were once supposed to fit a limited number of categories, we've been told to rewatch ourselves and judge how we did. My presentation was about activism, in the sense of fighting (in a non-violent way, of course) for the sake of pursuing a certain objective related to a societal change or the suppression of a social issue.

As I started speaking, my fantastic ideas of interacting with the crowd with striking questions and keeping everyone awake with the dynamization of ideas, as well as part of the content, vaporized from my mind like sublimating iodine, leaving a trace of purple smoke only my almost-crying brain could see. And, as the presentation went on, so did my nervousness and the disappearing of any strand of excellence my humble work could harbour: by the time I was exposing historical examples of activism, I was almost trembling and I'm not really sure I was speaking English... or any language ever known by Mankind.

Things became a bit less panic-inducing with the topic moving towards the possibility of activism in our generation. My interactionism came back and I could somehow speak to one of the other students without stuttering too much. Overall, the ending wasn't so terrible.

Hello, this Heather about presentation made by activism...

Another detail was the informatical support. I knew from minute one that my OpenOffice Impress presentation was lame and uninteresting, consisting solely on coloured textboxes with different typographies and spawning animations; the thing, I guess, is that this should serve me as an opportunity to learn why making a presentation during the bus trip to school with a netbook is never a good idea: presentations are not presentations without content copied from the Net.

After watching myself, I realise I've been even too optimistic; it's not that I was nervous: I was practically numb. I'm still going through long sessions of meditation in order to reach a conclusion regarding how the hell my classmates knew it was me, or anybody at all. Another issue is how the whole presentation was like "hi, this is me, now GO FIGHT FOR MY RIGHTS, MY BELOVED ALLIES!" I've never considered myself to be a good despot either way.

So, yes, my presentation was an incredibly overrated mush of overlooked vocabulary meant to hide an obvious lack of content and a terrible informatical support. But, you know what the worst part is? Everyone said I was the best.