Having to give a speech at my high school graduation was the worst.
I got pre-planning anxiety, which made me put off starting the writing process.
And when I finally did start it, I scrapped goodness-knows-how-many drafts before I finally turned my weakness (indecisiveness) into a strength.
And then when I finally finished, none of the teachers liked it. My English teacher had issues with the humorous parts, saying she and I were alike in that neither of us knew how to deliver a punch line. My vice principal also worried about me being able to deliver on the humor I'd typed into my speech, and she also worried about some of the remarks I had put in about my classmates.
In fact, the only teacher who was supportive of my speech draft (meaning, he gave advice rather than criticism) was a teacher who was constantly teasing me about tons of other stuff.
So. Needless to say, all the criticism was definitely not helping my anxiety.
But rather than go through the horrors of writing another speech that probably no one would like, I decided to stick with my original.
Terrified I was.
More on further terror next time.
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