I finally dressed and snapped up some breakfast. Dodged an incoming a penguin-faced car-cleaner and brought the engine to life. Drove like the maniac that I sometimes am apt to turn into in times of strife and bitterness and reached respectably, 15 minutes into the FR&A session.
Lucky as I am at times, our group, which was scheduled to be the first presentation for the day was moved up by two slots so we finally got around to making our presentation at number-3 instead of number-1.
I got a frantic phone call midway through the graph sheet validation and explanation. A quick pause later, I was back on track without having let anyone know that I was disoriented totally out of whack. :o) No one even realized that I was in demand enough to have people calling me mid-session. lol! I was a good four and a half degrees colder than i was when I'd, oh so confidently, walked on-stage beaming my winning smile to my wits compromising end.
Anyway, Presentation done and zapped out, I await the conclusion of a painful stretch of life. It turned out that no one realized that I'd kipped a beat, no one noticed my lack of confidence, no one so much as detected the fact that I was so nervous, my hands were wringing themselves into a frenzy, no one noticed that I'd completely lost it! :o)
And as fate would have it, The presentation went so well, people actually complimented me and my mates on a job well done. So good were we that we actually ended up at the top of the list. :o) What say you to a night in bed completely wasted on mental torture?
Well, here I am now, miraculously alive and breathing. If only I could pull stuff like this off more often.... I'd be the best! Hah!
Yenniwayz, as life would have it, I'm scheduled with a handful of examinations around the corner, three horrific presentations clawing their way into my calender and of course, a life that never even existed.
Question : What might I possibly lay in my wake I ask....
Answer : An echo of incredible silence....