I just finished my presentations and final papers for both of my classes. All I have is a final exam next week- the killer one because I am not good at exams that require memorization.
As soon as it was my turn to present I felt all kind of butterflies in my stomache but you couldn’t tell when I spoke. When I’m presenting, I tune out everyone in the room and become one with the information that I am giving.
I screamed, cried, spoke, preached and gave my heart in this examination of the progression of the pysche of Blacks in America as compared to the Fable of the Dragon-Tyrant. When I was done I looked up from my power point presentation and the entire room of counseling students just…stared at me.
Any questions?
~crickets~
Did you all understand where I was going with this?
~head nods all across the room~
Ok. I guess I’ll sit down now.
~feeble applause~
Even my professor didn’t know what to say. He fumbled through a few misguided paragraphs and then gave up.
I didn’t know what to think.
After class two women came up to me to tell me that my presentation was powerful and explosive. They explained to me that even if they had questions, they were not confident in their ability to question me. They said..and I’m even joking…that my thought process is often way above their heads and they can not keep up with me.
Who me?
“Yes girl. This class is often above my head,” one classmate admitted. “Most of the time I’m completely lost but you- you just go way above and beyond. Think about it, if you have Dr. G speechless then you KNOW you’ve got to be good.”
Me? Is she serious? I mean…I love this class because we discuss great ideas and thought processes. It isn’t difficult at all.. You mean to tell me that this class…in this class…I’m one of the smart ones?
So I’m smart? Naw..ME?
I’m creative I know..but smart like those SMART people? Like Yolanda? Me?
~shivering~