The pope recently issued a document saying that the Catholic church was the "one true church" and that all others have fallen from the path or are just wrong.
Stupid Pope.
I'm not going to say much about it but I think that the further we move from acceptance, compromise, tolerance, etc, is backwards progress. I am a baptized catholic and that's about it, but there are still some things I appreciate about the Catholic church and I still hope for it to come around and join the rest of us. That doesn't seem to be going well.
Z
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
In Response To: Virtual Virtuoso
Devin had a phenomenal observation! And the way the post was articulated was so fluid. I really enjoyed it. I think that the kind of people he's talking about, people that can invigorate those around them, are the people that create change in the world. That doesn't necessarily mean big change, but change none the less.
Like Devin, I'd like to be one of those people as well. I've always imagined and verbalized to Devin my desire to "lead men", be it in a hypothetical if-I-had-to-join-the-army situation, to dreaming about my own construction company, being a professor, or a mayor in the distant future. Dreams are what they are, but always dreams about working with those around me; cultivating ideas with others, and leading my group from the inception of those ideas to the implementation and conclusion of our project.
I want to be a leader. I want to be really good at what I do. The time now is for me. I'm learning, learning from my friends, learning from my family, learning from my teachers, and peers, and the world around me. I'm learning to earn respect, I'm learning to follow through, I'm learning to finish what I start, I'm learning about confidence, decision making, and collaboration. I'm learning about the essentials to being a powerful force; integrity, trust, determination, Love, chivalry, charisma... the list goes on. These are things I have, things I work on, things I want. These are the things that will help me through life, these are the things that help me to work with and lead others to success.
I want to be the guy that when people see him, they know that I'm good at what I do, that I have the respect of my men. I want to give opportunities to the unfortunate, do quality work for clients, be the best friend possible, earn the trust of the untrusting, love stronger than i've ever loved, be the dad i've always dreamed of. I want to be a good person, I want to make my dreams come true; I need the help of those around me to develop the skills to do that. I hope that when I have those skills, I will be able to impart them onto many more people than it took for me to learn.
I want to lead. Leaders should be the exemplars of those around us. So I must become the best person possible.
Z
Like Devin, I'd like to be one of those people as well. I've always imagined and verbalized to Devin my desire to "lead men", be it in a hypothetical if-I-had-to-join-the-army situation, to dreaming about my own construction company, being a professor, or a mayor in the distant future. Dreams are what they are, but always dreams about working with those around me; cultivating ideas with others, and leading my group from the inception of those ideas to the implementation and conclusion of our project.
I want to be a leader. I want to be really good at what I do. The time now is for me. I'm learning, learning from my friends, learning from my family, learning from my teachers, and peers, and the world around me. I'm learning to earn respect, I'm learning to follow through, I'm learning to finish what I start, I'm learning about confidence, decision making, and collaboration. I'm learning about the essentials to being a powerful force; integrity, trust, determination, Love, chivalry, charisma... the list goes on. These are things I have, things I work on, things I want. These are the things that will help me through life, these are the things that help me to work with and lead others to success.
I want to be the guy that when people see him, they know that I'm good at what I do, that I have the respect of my men. I want to give opportunities to the unfortunate, do quality work for clients, be the best friend possible, earn the trust of the untrusting, love stronger than i've ever loved, be the dad i've always dreamed of. I want to be a good person, I want to make my dreams come true; I need the help of those around me to develop the skills to do that. I hope that when I have those skills, I will be able to impart them onto many more people than it took for me to learn.
I want to lead. Leaders should be the exemplars of those around us. So I must become the best person possible.
Z
Monday, July 2, 2007
The Good Fairies of New York
Read it.
I can't really describe it; nothing I could say would do it justice. However, I will say that Martin Millers book was an incredibly fun read, quick, packed full of outrageous characters, a very entangled plot line, and a great deal of Scottish culture (as the two main fairies are Scottish) and Greek history (as the author loves Greek history)
Here's a description from the introduction. Unoriginal... I know.
"Millar writes like Kurt Vonnegut might have written, if he'd been born fifty years later in a different country and hung around with entirely the wrong sort of people... The Good Fairies of New York is a story that starts when Morag and Heather, two eighteen-inch fairies with swords and green kilts and badly-dyed hair fly through the window of the worst violinist in New York, an overweight and antisocial type named Dinnie, and vomit on his carpet...It has a war in it, and a most unusual production of Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and Johnny Thunders' New York Dolls guitar solos. What more could anyone desire from a book?... Read it now, and then make your friends buy their own copies. You'll thank me one day."--Neil Gaiman
You heard the man! Go buy one! I bought one for a friend, now it's your turn.
Z
I can't really describe it; nothing I could say would do it justice. However, I will say that Martin Millers book was an incredibly fun read, quick, packed full of outrageous characters, a very entangled plot line, and a great deal of Scottish culture (as the two main fairies are Scottish) and Greek history (as the author loves Greek history)
Here's a description from the introduction. Unoriginal... I know.
"Millar writes like Kurt Vonnegut might have written, if he'd been born fifty years later in a different country and hung around with entirely the wrong sort of people... The Good Fairies of New York is a story that starts when Morag and Heather, two eighteen-inch fairies with swords and green kilts and badly-dyed hair fly through the window of the worst violinist in New York, an overweight and antisocial type named Dinnie, and vomit on his carpet...It has a war in it, and a most unusual production of Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and Johnny Thunders' New York Dolls guitar solos. What more could anyone desire from a book?... Read it now, and then make your friends buy their own copies. You'll thank me one day."--Neil Gaiman
You heard the man! Go buy one! I bought one for a friend, now it's your turn.
Z
Thursday, June 28, 2007
So Wages the War
It will never cease, it will never relent. This is due to the enemy's unwillingness to give up their unwavering expansionist crusade. I'm sure that if the weeds stopped, the humans wouldn't give them a second thought.
And so I was hired into this hopeless war.
Bodies scrambled to and fro, each catering to their specific task. The sky was filled that day with grey wisps that were strewn across the sky, as if someone had been scraping their feet as they strolled across the blue expanse. The bodies didn't notice they sky. They never do.
It is over this metropolis of taraxacum officinale and panicum dichotomiflorum that my shadow is cast. High above the bustle, the leather gloves are slid on sealing the fate of the civilization below. In only a matter of minutes their world will come crashing down; a vain attempt to save their home will be made but in the end, only one will walk away from that battle.
Standing up from the razed flowerbed, I look to the once thriving weeds now dying on the ground beside me. I know that after I leave, the process will begin again. They will rebuild, the next time stronger than the last and perhaps one day they shall be the victors.
That was but one city I destroyed that day but there were many that fell to my strong arms and determined weed tool. There was one one city that was keener than the rest. Not only had it grown to a much greater size, but it stored a quite a punch for those who dared to upset it. It was in this battle that I experienced my first loss and the inevitable incapacitation for the rest of the day.
I moved in first where the structures were thinnest. I thought it would be easier to work from the outsides in, rather than dive headfirst into the encampment and be surrounded on all sides. These weeds though had strategically placed themselves amongst a rose garden and that was to my defense's dismay.
Knelt down so as to get under the roses, my senses were then dangerously close to the enemy. It was in this position, body low, arms outstretched, that my enemy began it's attack. Using it's position, the enemy gained the upper hand. During our battles I was often caused pricked and scraped from the surrounding rose stalks. This was how they drew first blood. It would not be the last time that day.
I dredged on, working past their expansionist colonies and their petty prickled troops.But I dared not raise my eyes above the current battle or I was disheartened. In the distance I saw the center of their colony. Spindly vines carried the enemy up the rose bushes and to the top of the nearby pear tree. From that aerial position they could plan out their steady conquest of the Short's backyard empire. This is what I was battling, an unfeeling, unmerciful opponent. I lowered my eyes and wiped my brow, they would soon feel the power of my resolve.
I cleared the perimeter of that garden but no matter how I reached I could not get past the thorns or stalks of the allied vegetation; the pear tree and the roses were actually hindering my progress. There was but one option left. I dove into the greenery and found myself in darkness.
I blinked my eyes and scrunched my nose. My advance into the darkness had temporarily hindered my sight thrown up debris that brought havoc to my nose. I took a moment to familiarize myself with the new surroundings. A fence was at my back and in front of me lay the backside of the pear tree and roses. I had gained access to the infrastructure and from here I could annihilate their entire city.
I reached for the roots, I clenched and pulled. These structures were deeper, thicker, harder, and had bigger thorns. It would take more than just my arms to wrench them out. I crouched down and unleashed my backup; two mighty legs pushed and two solid arms pulled. And so it was that the stem came undone. I reached up and pulled spindly vines from the trees and branches, I ripped and tore, pulled and chopped, until there was little left of a once blossoming kingdom. Though they had lost this battle, it was not long after I had jumped back out of the darkness that I realized how much damage they had done. Looking to my arms they were bleeding and inflamed. My eyes now watered and the desire to rub them was overwhelming! My nose screamed in irritation and tried desperately to expel this ghastly biological agent that had descended upon it.
There was little hope of any more battles that day. The damage was dealt and I left that day a miserable man. Had it not been for the anti agent Benadryl I may not have survived. I slept a long drug induced sleep that night. Wearily in the morning, I opened my no longer puffy eyes to the realization that it would start all over again. And so it did.
So Wages the War.
And so I was hired into this hopeless war.
Bodies scrambled to and fro, each catering to their specific task. The sky was filled that day with grey wisps that were strewn across the sky, as if someone had been scraping their feet as they strolled across the blue expanse. The bodies didn't notice they sky. They never do.
It is over this metropolis of taraxacum officinale and panicum dichotomiflorum that my shadow is cast. High above the bustle, the leather gloves are slid on sealing the fate of the civilization below. In only a matter of minutes their world will come crashing down; a vain attempt to save their home will be made but in the end, only one will walk away from that battle.
Standing up from the razed flowerbed, I look to the once thriving weeds now dying on the ground beside me. I know that after I leave, the process will begin again. They will rebuild, the next time stronger than the last and perhaps one day they shall be the victors.
That was but one city I destroyed that day but there were many that fell to my strong arms and determined weed tool. There was one one city that was keener than the rest. Not only had it grown to a much greater size, but it stored a quite a punch for those who dared to upset it. It was in this battle that I experienced my first loss and the inevitable incapacitation for the rest of the day.
I moved in first where the structures were thinnest. I thought it would be easier to work from the outsides in, rather than dive headfirst into the encampment and be surrounded on all sides. These weeds though had strategically placed themselves amongst a rose garden and that was to my defense's dismay.
Knelt down so as to get under the roses, my senses were then dangerously close to the enemy. It was in this position, body low, arms outstretched, that my enemy began it's attack. Using it's position, the enemy gained the upper hand. During our battles I was often caused pricked and scraped from the surrounding rose stalks. This was how they drew first blood. It would not be the last time that day.
I dredged on, working past their expansionist colonies and their petty prickled troops.But I dared not raise my eyes above the current battle or I was disheartened. In the distance I saw the center of their colony. Spindly vines carried the enemy up the rose bushes and to the top of the nearby pear tree. From that aerial position they could plan out their steady conquest of the Short's backyard empire. This is what I was battling, an unfeeling, unmerciful opponent. I lowered my eyes and wiped my brow, they would soon feel the power of my resolve.
I cleared the perimeter of that garden but no matter how I reached I could not get past the thorns or stalks of the allied vegetation; the pear tree and the roses were actually hindering my progress. There was but one option left. I dove into the greenery and found myself in darkness.
I blinked my eyes and scrunched my nose. My advance into the darkness had temporarily hindered my sight thrown up debris that brought havoc to my nose. I took a moment to familiarize myself with the new surroundings. A fence was at my back and in front of me lay the backside of the pear tree and roses. I had gained access to the infrastructure and from here I could annihilate their entire city.
I reached for the roots, I clenched and pulled. These structures were deeper, thicker, harder, and had bigger thorns. It would take more than just my arms to wrench them out. I crouched down and unleashed my backup; two mighty legs pushed and two solid arms pulled. And so it was that the stem came undone. I reached up and pulled spindly vines from the trees and branches, I ripped and tore, pulled and chopped, until there was little left of a once blossoming kingdom. Though they had lost this battle, it was not long after I had jumped back out of the darkness that I realized how much damage they had done. Looking to my arms they were bleeding and inflamed. My eyes now watered and the desire to rub them was overwhelming! My nose screamed in irritation and tried desperately to expel this ghastly biological agent that had descended upon it.
There was little hope of any more battles that day. The damage was dealt and I left that day a miserable man. Had it not been for the anti agent Benadryl I may not have survived. I slept a long drug induced sleep that night. Wearily in the morning, I opened my no longer puffy eyes to the realization that it would start all over again. And so it did.
So Wages the War.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
So you think you can speak eh?
Today will go down in History... at least my personal history.
Public Speaking has been the jewel of my classes thus far as I love the professor and I love the art itself. In that class, not to long ago, great things were set in motion and now they are near fruition.
First I was nominated by my peers to participate in the Department of Communication's Annual Speaking Competition. I was thankful for this opportunity but fairly surprised by the nomination. Regardless, of 500 some students that took the class, a mere 23 were nominated. I felt pretty good.
Then came the competition itself. It was today starting at 4:00. There was to be a preliminary round, a semi-final round, and a final round. The preliminaries would be split into 6 groups of 4 (even though we had a mere 23) and the winner from each group would move on.
I listened to two great speeches in my section, I thought for sure that I wouldn't be moving forward, especially because I had COMPLETELY left out one of my Main points. That point was fairly crucial to my argument. So after our group had gone we went back to a common room where the names were read aloud.
I had been last to go in my section, and my section was the last of the sections, so of course the anticipation built. However, seeing as I had misstepped so badly in my speech, I figured that I for sure wouldn't be moving on therefore I wasn't too worried about it!
Then Professor Matt McGarrity read my name.
I was stunned. But only momentarily. I can only surmise that my presentation had pulled me through. Regardless, congratulations were said and everyone but the judges and semi-finalists were left in the room.
One by one we gave our speeches. I saw some really great speeches and again thought, I wont be moving on. I, of course, was last again. Finally my time came and I gave my speech. I have to say it was the best delivery of my speech to date. I was happy with it, but not at all expectant of anything.
We shuffled out of the room and then back in 10 minutes later. There, on the whiteboard, were the names of 3 finalists. The last name on the list read "Zach Simonson-Bond" and again I was shocked.
I made it to the finals! Not only was this a great experience, not only can I put this on my resume, but I can now say that I was a finalist in the Annual Department of Communication's Speaking Competition. And what's more, the top three speakers win prizes, 3rd being 200, 2nd being 300, and 1st being 400 dollars! I'm so grateful for this opportunity and it's been a blast. No matter the result from here on, I'm so happy just to have been apart of it! I hope I can continue my public speaking skills in the future!
Z
Public Speaking has been the jewel of my classes thus far as I love the professor and I love the art itself. In that class, not to long ago, great things were set in motion and now they are near fruition.
First I was nominated by my peers to participate in the Department of Communication's Annual Speaking Competition. I was thankful for this opportunity but fairly surprised by the nomination. Regardless, of 500 some students that took the class, a mere 23 were nominated. I felt pretty good.
Then came the competition itself. It was today starting at 4:00. There was to be a preliminary round, a semi-final round, and a final round. The preliminaries would be split into 6 groups of 4 (even though we had a mere 23) and the winner from each group would move on.
I listened to two great speeches in my section, I thought for sure that I wouldn't be moving forward, especially because I had COMPLETELY left out one of my Main points. That point was fairly crucial to my argument. So after our group had gone we went back to a common room where the names were read aloud.
I had been last to go in my section, and my section was the last of the sections, so of course the anticipation built. However, seeing as I had misstepped so badly in my speech, I figured that I for sure wouldn't be moving on therefore I wasn't too worried about it!
Then Professor Matt McGarrity read my name.
I was stunned. But only momentarily. I can only surmise that my presentation had pulled me through. Regardless, congratulations were said and everyone but the judges and semi-finalists were left in the room.
One by one we gave our speeches. I saw some really great speeches and again thought, I wont be moving on. I, of course, was last again. Finally my time came and I gave my speech. I have to say it was the best delivery of my speech to date. I was happy with it, but not at all expectant of anything.
We shuffled out of the room and then back in 10 minutes later. There, on the whiteboard, were the names of 3 finalists. The last name on the list read "Zach Simonson-Bond" and again I was shocked.
I made it to the finals! Not only was this a great experience, not only can I put this on my resume, but I can now say that I was a finalist in the Annual Department of Communication's Speaking Competition. And what's more, the top three speakers win prizes, 3rd being 200, 2nd being 300, and 1st being 400 dollars! I'm so grateful for this opportunity and it's been a blast. No matter the result from here on, I'm so happy just to have been apart of it! I hope I can continue my public speaking skills in the future!
Z
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Siddhartha
I was reading Siddhartha last night and I came across a passage I liked.
"Anyone can work magic, anyone can reach his goals if he can think, if he can wait, if he can fast."
I think that the first two parts are pretty self explanatory, and even the third part in the book is pretty clear. If one can be intelligent, if one has patience, then that works in their favor towards pursuing their goals. But the fasting part is what held me up at first.
See, in the book he goes on to talk about how if he learns to conquer hunger then he will not be forced into a situation of submittal due to his pain; He wont have to give in but may rather wait for an opportunity to present itself. While I don't think that fasting is a terribly effective tool in our modern time, I do believe that this passage still contains great meaning.
With his tools, thinking, waiting, and fasting, he may be like "a stone cast into water, it takes the swiftest way to the bottom." Thinking, waiting, and fasting are still applicable today, though my interpretation of fasting is now different.
If you seek a goal and you pursue it directly, then you may have to give up the distractions that stand in your way; things that would tempt you from your path, things that you may use in daily regularity. If these things hinder you from your goal they must be given up for a time so that you may reach your goal. Sacrifice is a strong word, but if you really strive for something, then you will sacrifice those things keeping you from your goal; at least until your journey is complete, then perhaps, your goal and your sacrifices may work together.
Think, Wait, Fast.
"Anyone can work magic, anyone can reach his goals if he can think, if he can wait, if he can fast."
I think that the first two parts are pretty self explanatory, and even the third part in the book is pretty clear. If one can be intelligent, if one has patience, then that works in their favor towards pursuing their goals. But the fasting part is what held me up at first.
See, in the book he goes on to talk about how if he learns to conquer hunger then he will not be forced into a situation of submittal due to his pain; He wont have to give in but may rather wait for an opportunity to present itself. While I don't think that fasting is a terribly effective tool in our modern time, I do believe that this passage still contains great meaning.
With his tools, thinking, waiting, and fasting, he may be like "a stone cast into water, it takes the swiftest way to the bottom." Thinking, waiting, and fasting are still applicable today, though my interpretation of fasting is now different.
If you seek a goal and you pursue it directly, then you may have to give up the distractions that stand in your way; things that would tempt you from your path, things that you may use in daily regularity. If these things hinder you from your goal they must be given up for a time so that you may reach your goal. Sacrifice is a strong word, but if you really strive for something, then you will sacrifice those things keeping you from your goal; at least until your journey is complete, then perhaps, your goal and your sacrifices may work together.
Think, Wait, Fast.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Long Time Coming...
I've been meaning to write in this thing for about a week now so I guess now is the time! I'll start out by saying that people are amazing! (for the most part)
Laundry
Last week I was doing some laundry. I had put my clothes in the washer before class but the machines only run for a half hour. When I got back to put my wet clothes in the dryer I was surprised, but delighted, to find my clothes had already been put in the dryer!! It completely made my day.
So COM 220: Public Speaking...
I love that class and public speaking seems to be my forte. I'm bragging a little bit but only because I'm proud of myself, and this is why:
I was recently asked to be apart of the Communication Departments Annual Public Speaking Competition 2007. I was one of 14 people that were nominated though I have no idea how many will actually be there. The competition is next week so I'll be preparing for it over the 3 day weekend (and hopefully spending plenty of time with my new interest). The speech I'll be delivering will be a persuasive speech; my target audience are those who disagree with me but not staunchly disagree. I'm just supposed to sow the seeds of consideration into their minds. That will be Wednesday and if I make it to the finals, Thursday as well.
Not only that, last Friday another awesome thing happened. In quiz section our class got together to practice their advocacy speeches (basically a speech trying to rally those who already support you into action). I listened to four separate speeches. After the first speech I gave feedback, it was critical but constructive. I like to point out the good, then really break down the bad, but give suggestions or even examples of how I would do it personally. After my first critic the TA, Vanessa, told me that I gave that student great feedback. That made me smile.
On to student number two. I listened to his intro and that's pretty much where he lost my attention first. He was talking about Universal health care and how it would be horrible if the US adopted it. He started out his speech with "Canadians are DYING!" and went off about how other countries are in a state of disrepair because of their universal health care. While I recognized the effectiveness of this parallel argument, it wasn't appropriate to start with. So my feedback went like this, "You started out with your examples of Canadians, and though this may sound harsh, my first thought was 'Why should I care about Canadians? I'm an American and I'm your audience, so the topic should effect me." But, I went on to tell him that he can tweak it. I then gave him the full example of how I would say it. Big boy voice and all I said, "People are dying! And why? Because of Universal Health care! And guess what? The United States is considering adopting universal health care! You need look no further than Canada to see that this program does not work! This could be devastating for our country... etc etc" During my blurb the class had grown silent listening to my rant and let loose a roar of approval after I was finished. I felt accomplished and I smiled again.
Then we had a speaker rotation and one gal that was originally criticing with me was now delivering her speech. She asked me specifically to stay and critic her. She struggled through it, even stopped to try and explain herself. I told her to go on to the end and we'll work on it then. She finished and the overhaul began. I stood up and started to draft a completely new speech for her on the blackboard. I went through problem, cause, solution, and call to action; the basic format for an advocacy speech.
As I was writing one student playfully mocked me saying "Look at Zach, thinking he can teach the class" to which my TA promptly replied "He does a good job so let him do it." Sweet. I smiled again.
After the class was dismissed I stayed after with Vanessa and the 3rd gal. Together we worked on her speech until she had a pretty good idea of what to do. As I was leaving Vanessa asked me if I ever considered Tutoring for the Public Speaking class. I was taken aback! She said I give such good feedback, that have a lot of passion for it, and that I'd be a great tutor. I told her I would love to but I'm studying abroad. That was thrilling and a little disappointing. However, she put me on the list and I may be able to do that when I get back from Bristol!
Laundry
Last week I was doing some laundry. I had put my clothes in the washer before class but the machines only run for a half hour. When I got back to put my wet clothes in the dryer I was surprised, but delighted, to find my clothes had already been put in the dryer!! It completely made my day.
So COM 220: Public Speaking...
I love that class and public speaking seems to be my forte. I'm bragging a little bit but only because I'm proud of myself, and this is why:
I was recently asked to be apart of the Communication Departments Annual Public Speaking Competition 2007. I was one of 14 people that were nominated though I have no idea how many will actually be there. The competition is next week so I'll be preparing for it over the 3 day weekend (and hopefully spending plenty of time with my new interest). The speech I'll be delivering will be a persuasive speech; my target audience are those who disagree with me but not staunchly disagree. I'm just supposed to sow the seeds of consideration into their minds. That will be Wednesday and if I make it to the finals, Thursday as well.
Not only that, last Friday another awesome thing happened. In quiz section our class got together to practice their advocacy speeches (basically a speech trying to rally those who already support you into action). I listened to four separate speeches. After the first speech I gave feedback, it was critical but constructive. I like to point out the good, then really break down the bad, but give suggestions or even examples of how I would do it personally. After my first critic the TA, Vanessa, told me that I gave that student great feedback. That made me smile.
On to student number two. I listened to his intro and that's pretty much where he lost my attention first. He was talking about Universal health care and how it would be horrible if the US adopted it. He started out his speech with "Canadians are DYING!" and went off about how other countries are in a state of disrepair because of their universal health care. While I recognized the effectiveness of this parallel argument, it wasn't appropriate to start with. So my feedback went like this, "You started out with your examples of Canadians, and though this may sound harsh, my first thought was 'Why should I care about Canadians? I'm an American and I'm your audience, so the topic should effect me." But, I went on to tell him that he can tweak it. I then gave him the full example of how I would say it. Big boy voice and all I said, "People are dying! And why? Because of Universal Health care! And guess what? The United States is considering adopting universal health care! You need look no further than Canada to see that this program does not work! This could be devastating for our country... etc etc" During my blurb the class had grown silent listening to my rant and let loose a roar of approval after I was finished. I felt accomplished and I smiled again.
Then we had a speaker rotation and one gal that was originally criticing with me was now delivering her speech. She asked me specifically to stay and critic her. She struggled through it, even stopped to try and explain herself. I told her to go on to the end and we'll work on it then. She finished and the overhaul began. I stood up and started to draft a completely new speech for her on the blackboard. I went through problem, cause, solution, and call to action; the basic format for an advocacy speech.
As I was writing one student playfully mocked me saying "Look at Zach, thinking he can teach the class" to which my TA promptly replied "He does a good job so let him do it." Sweet. I smiled again.
After the class was dismissed I stayed after with Vanessa and the 3rd gal. Together we worked on her speech until she had a pretty good idea of what to do. As I was leaving Vanessa asked me if I ever considered Tutoring for the Public Speaking class. I was taken aback! She said I give such good feedback, that have a lot of passion for it, and that I'd be a great tutor. I told her I would love to but I'm studying abroad. That was thrilling and a little disappointing. However, she put me on the list and I may be able to do that when I get back from Bristol!
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