Speakers Say What!
“Lisa, go over there and ask that man how much this saw costs,” my dad urged me as I stood in a corner of the brightly lit store, trying to blend in with the cream colored wall. As soon as I heard the words “ask that man,” my stomach tightened and my breath caught in my throat. What? Talk to a stranger? About something I know nothing about? What if he laughs at me and says I’m dumb? I can’t talk to people! These thoughts raced through my mind as I had a small panic attack. My eyes rolled wildly as I looked around for a sibling or my mother, seeing if they would do it for me. “Lisa!” Dad’s voice was getting louder. Finding no one to take my place, I hung my head ensuring that my long blond hair would cover my face from any stranger looking my way. My feet felt like a thousand pounds as I slowly trudged over to the checkout counter. “Um, excuse me sir,” my voice was tiny like a mouse’s. As soon as the man looked over at me, my face went bright red and I felt very small. “My dad is wondering how much that saw over there costs.” My words sounded scared and stupid. After the man told me the cost, I almost tripped over my feet to go tell dad how much the saw cost.
On our way home, dad turned to me and asked, “Are there any clubs at school that can get you to be more social and able to talk to people without freaking out?” I was stunned and a little hurt. So what if I don’t like talking to people, they are mean and judging! “Well there is a Speech and Debate club I guess that I can do.” “Good,” dad nodded his head and I went back to my little world in a book full of heroes and dragons and empty of real life people.
The next day after school I miserably walked myself to the door of a Mrs. Johnson. As I walked in the door, a sea of faces turned and stared me down as I let myself in. A round, eccentric looking women with spiky hair stopped in mid-sentence and addressed me, “Yes?” I stuttered and replied, “Uhh, I I I am here for Speech?” She nodded and told me to sit anywhere. For the next hour my mind was blown from all the information about talking in front of people, performing, debating, and competition. At the end of the very scary and of the very mind numbing experience, I got out of my seat like a zombie and before I could dash to the door, Mrs. Johnson called me to her desk. “Lisa, are you sure you want to do something like this? It will be hard and scary, especially if someone like you does not like speaking in front of people.” I took a step backward, this woman is crazy! She knew I don’t like talking in front of people! My face paled but somehow I swallowed and nodded my head. Mrs. Johnson smiled at me and I left her room as fast as I could walk. The next day after school, I dragged my feet to the room where I was going to be miserable for the rest of the school year. I opened the door and walked in to face my fate.
3 Months later
“Lisa? This is Bishop, I was wondering if you could do a talk this Sunday on the topic of fathers.” My hand trembled slightly but my voice was confident. “Yes Bishop, I would love to do a talk this Sunday.” My voice came out un-quivering and solid. Bishop thanked me and said goodbye. The phone went silent and that was my cue to hang up the phone. Smiling to myself, I got out a piece of paper and a black pen, stared at the wall for a few seconds then started writing about fathers and how mine pushed me.
“Now we will have a talk by LisaMarie Baugh on the topic of Fathers.” Bishop turned and smiled at me, then sat down in the plush red chair. Taking a deep breath I stood up slowly and fixed my brown dress. I walked to the pulpit and adjusted the microphone so that it was level with my mouth. An ear splitting sound rang throughout the chapel, but instead of cringing like a wall flower, I boldly smiled and rested my paper on the stand. My face stayed its normal color and did not rise to a blush as hundreds of eyes stared at me. My hands stayed calmly on the stand and my feet didn’t fidget. Lisa, use your voice! Don’t let the judges and people intimidate you! They are not there, do this for yourself. Make yourself a better speaker. Practice! Practice! Practice! Mrs. Johnson’s voice played over and over in my mind. I smiled and opened my mouth.