On a stage with a Stunting menerism: The most embarrassing moment of my life.
Life is like a sneer, where we all generally raise our eyes to some forms of discontent, most of which is the general score of life. And the pr- eluding on the first instant, on such matters and case instance, leave us at a very replicate of our interests.
Which to yow, on it contempt, on our parts, without feeling, that we cloud our will and emotions and bases our subtitles of life. So with more than little reason to tell ourselves what can easily boost our energy and synergy.
Too many times I have been faced with some sort of frivolous accolades, in the all round setting of my life, many of which, look awkward lo! Of me, but I thoroughly need to move the synergy.
It is one of those moments, that one would perhaps say that it will be in consonance with a fearless reason, if did not properly proper my ego, and stands, for such would be on the hurting tunnel.
Of the moment, that hoaxes me with so many Terri-direct eyes steering at me, with the intent to maliciously make me see them as a clapping audience.
That very day, was one of the most belittle times and moments ever signalled as a signature of either fear or coldness such that it's gripping on my prospective. Had some forms of divergence of too many thoughts of my out stands before my audience.
I call that day, a one-time fertilization of my audience and a public egoism; a realization of my potentials to defeat cousins of fear and stage stunting mannerisms or what could be said an embarrassing moment.
In a class of about 300 students, to squeeze a meaningful and contemporary analysis of what, views I hold to the kind of conversation that interest me, and why so, it is in, peculiarity to my intriguing and assertions.
Me very timid, with a hand-over of a public address in my hand, with a gesturing stood up, and then, it seems, the tunnel of misleading words broke out. Prof. I am not too concerned but would do my best to make you appreciate my owning views to my assertions. I said in a query.
Looking, I was never before that moment faced such an auditory of auditorium of audience, of some whom are syndicate of cynical, tapping the tick of time, to throw in some sarcastic applauds. Though, all timing myself, I stunted, then get back to the hint.
It was not as easy as I anticipated, when I stood up, scudding my will-power, I continue in what one of my professors, called a bare-faced watchdogs communication.
In-depth of my fears and 30 minutes of my discussion, no one clapped for me, all along, as I had clapped for other folks. That called me to look into the tensioner's eyes, written with more than quadruple of mimics on my audience students faces.
I felt so hurt that, at, making my first establishment of the background analysis of my discussion. Would have at least end me with some claps of credits from my ambivalence, but no, I was embar with their gestures, and it holds me up on total state of embarrassment.
A state of uncertainty or indecisiveness, I didn't have the communication skills then to coexist my points and audience control of opposing attitudes or feelings (such as love and hate). Towards a person, on stage like I was that standing object or idea to generate an enthusiastic comedy clown as many, made me feel on that borderline.
Even if, I had told myself, that I may have outdone and done pretty well, I still managed to maintain it, in the state of what became so coaxial on me. A mental metaphor, of my disposition, the array of all these which took in my fears.
But, to me, It didn't sound good, nor emphasize anything to create in me a vacuum that I did exceptionally well. Prof. Looked at me, with the upper eyebrows, at some point, when, it seems, I was about concluding the discussion.
Oh, poor me — I muttered in my deepest thoughts — no one was inside me to share these stick with me. So my prawns started, running down at it own will.
I thought everything, I said budded any meaning, sense and added to a classroom resonated discussions. But professors, said, it was just a better attempt, that I spoke, but was not going to go bye as usual hok and siger.
All because, I didn't pay attention, while the class was intensifying going on. And no tongue, spoke eloquently done on my timidly performance, ended ruing that day, for me. I wasn't myself, no face to look up, not because but I didn't make an applauding remarks for myself.
Indeed, it was nothing better describe of a bare-faced watch-dog communication and fruit let speaker on the podiums. In such dementia, I was.
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