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tiltingheartand) wrote2006-06-28 01:48 am
tiltingheartand) wrote2006-06-28 01:48 am
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My speech went off without a hitch; I had a brief moment of terror when I thought my speech wasn't at the podium, until I realized that it was at the podium, just not on the slanted part (it was on the shelf below it) and then, once I had my papers all ordered, I looked down at my prepared words, looked out at the audience, and for a second or three I felt absolutely paralyzed. I did the only thing I could think of at the time: I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and just did it. (It's here, if anyone wants to read it, and thank you a thousand times to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kentraine and genarti, who helped me finish it.)
After I got back to my seat and got my rose back from Scott, I started shaking and then quietly freaked when I realized I'd left my card (for our names, so we'd have the right name called as we walked across the stage) up on the podium, next to my speech. Kyle, who wins, told me he'd get it for me, because he was up next.
The microphone kept cutting out. After three or four times, he just went ahead with it anyway. He's a loud person, so it worked out well, but oh I was glad it wasn't me it had happened to. (Because I SABOTAGED IT AHAHAHAHA. *cackle*)
A bunch of people caught me while I was making my way out, and then as I was outside with everyone, to tell me they liked my speech (and a few told me while we were on the stage as the two hundred and some people in our class were crossing the stage) and the principal even complimented me on it when I got my diploma cover, so I felt a whole lot better. (It was, seriously, the thing I was most frightened about. The rest of it -- rehearsal, planning, the actual ceremony -- felt very surreal and at the same time casual, like it was happening to someone else or wasn't really happening.)
Also, while we were walking down the sidewalk to get to the auditorium doors before everything started, Scott said "-- hey, Meghan, thanks for wearing hardcore shoes and fishnets, man." With seams down the back, no less.
The assistant principals switched a quarter to a third of the way through, and the rest of the graduates were announced like they were on a sports team. Some of the girls were wearing flip-flops; on the other end of the spectrum, one or two were wearing heels that would have fit right in on a runway, and I couldn't understand how they could bear them.
The rest of the weekend was good; we went up to the Falls, to which Mikey had never been, and wandered around for a while, and on Sunday had lunch with the rest of my dad's side of the family (by which I mean my aunt, and aunt and uncle and three cousins, and my great-aunt, along with my grandmother and grandfather). Then we had cake, and lots of pictures.
What I learned: painkillers really won't do a damn thing to a dehydration headache. I can name all the things I had to drink between Friday night when we left the school and Sunday night when we got to the car (a small pop Friday night, a sip of Deb's coffee the next morning, pop with lunch, pop with not-quite-lunch-or-dinner four hours later, a bottle of water with dinner seven hours after that, a sip of Deb's coffee the next morning, two glasses of water at lunch) and the amount, coupled with the way they were spaced out, leaves very little doubt in my mind as to the source of the headache that I got Saturday evening and didn't get rid of until about 2 Monday morning.
kentraine and genarti, who helped me finish it.)After I got back to my seat and got my rose back from Scott, I started shaking and then quietly freaked when I realized I'd left my card (for our names, so we'd have the right name called as we walked across the stage) up on the podium, next to my speech. Kyle, who wins, told me he'd get it for me, because he was up next.
The microphone kept cutting out. After three or four times, he just went ahead with it anyway. He's a loud person, so it worked out well, but oh I was glad it wasn't me it had happened to. (Because I SABOTAGED IT AHAHAHAHA. *cackle*)
A bunch of people caught me while I was making my way out, and then as I was outside with everyone, to tell me they liked my speech (and a few told me while we were on the stage as the two hundred and some people in our class were crossing the stage) and the principal even complimented me on it when I got my diploma cover, so I felt a whole lot better. (It was, seriously, the thing I was most frightened about. The rest of it -- rehearsal, planning, the actual ceremony -- felt very surreal and at the same time casual, like it was happening to someone else or wasn't really happening.)
Also, while we were walking down the sidewalk to get to the auditorium doors before everything started, Scott said "-- hey, Meghan, thanks for wearing hardcore shoes and fishnets, man." With seams down the back, no less.
The assistant principals switched a quarter to a third of the way through, and the rest of the graduates were announced like they were on a sports team. Some of the girls were wearing flip-flops; on the other end of the spectrum, one or two were wearing heels that would have fit right in on a runway, and I couldn't understand how they could bear them.
The rest of the weekend was good; we went up to the Falls, to which Mikey had never been, and wandered around for a while, and on Sunday had lunch with the rest of my dad's side of the family (by which I mean my aunt, and aunt and uncle and three cousins, and my great-aunt, along with my grandmother and grandfather). Then we had cake, and lots of pictures.
What I learned: painkillers really won't do a damn thing to a dehydration headache. I can name all the things I had to drink between Friday night when we left the school and Sunday night when we got to the car (a small pop Friday night, a sip of Deb's coffee the next morning, pop with lunch, pop with not-quite-lunch-or-dinner four hours later, a bottle of water with dinner seven hours after that, a sip of Deb's coffee the next morning, two glasses of water at lunch) and the amount, coupled with the way they were spaced out, leaves very little doubt in my mind as to the source of the headache that I got Saturday evening and didn't get rid of until about 2 Monday morning.