Except it’s never that serious (at least not doing-my-first-presentation-in-my-first-year-in-college- wise).
I despise presentations. I despise speaking in from of a group of people, performing, or singing in front of people. Yet it life’s taught me anything, it’s that it’s “too bad, you’ll do it anyways!” Which, fair. That is a common theme everywhere in life.
For me, it’s a realization that I don’t actually despise the arts spoken of, rather am anxious for it. I often imagine myself presenting facts in a cool way for a presentation, or on a stage performing on Broadway or something. It’s just that before any of these, I’m terrified. Though typically, the moment I step out into actually ’starting’, I forget about said anxiety (because of course, I have to look normal), until the end. And by then, it doesn’t even matter anymore because it’s over. It feels like rush of relief. Feels like there was no reason to even freak out about it in the first place.
My processes for the presentation being rushed was probably a factor in this anxiety. I was so focused on getting the essay out first that the presentation was very much a last minute thought. My idea was that if I can finish the essay 95%, then my presentation will be easy, since I can take everything from the paper. Except, that makes the presentation a bit boring, so there needed to be some additions and subtractions from what was in my paper in favor of something better. This also helped me take things out my paper the were more unnecessary. Though, as noted, this was a latter thought. My presentation was mostly created the light before (finishing off at 1 am), and finishing touches in the 20 minutes before class. Overall, I do think my presentation went well despite this anxiety and last minute preparation. And I am so very glad I got it over with first day, since I don’t have to think about it,…outside of this weekly writing assignment I suppose.
