Go Class!

Xin chào Blogger (Vietnamese)! So as you may know I’m currently taking the Journey in Literature Class. This class focuses on the journey aspect of reading (and life in general). We refine this concept in various ways, such as short writing exercises, a journal, blogs (this one), group projects and essays.

Not long ago we had to write an essay about the books we read in class (A Small Place & Holy Cow) and the movie we saw (A Room with a View); I would’ve posted the essay but it was like five pages long and I hate extremely long blog posts. The professor informed us a bit after we handed in the essay that she was going to pick 10 essays to be presented at a student conference. She picked three people from my group composed of five (Go Witty Jetsetters!), but one of them stepped down from that position. I initially didn’t get picked and I was glad that I didn’t have to speak in front of a small crowd, but then at the end I was informed that I was picked to be the moderator. I agreed to be the moderator but was having second thoughts.

The weekend before the conference I was reflecting and thinking long and hard whether I should be the moderator. I hate speaking English in front of a crowd (self-conscious about my pronunciation), a little less self-conscious around people I know (like my friends or my class). After giving it much thought I decided that it would be best if I resigned, not only because I get really nervous speaking in front of a crowd, but because I had a few exams and a lot of work due that week and the stress was not helping. The professor seemed a bit disappointed but she understood where I was coming from. She got a replacement from the class and everything was back on track (never really got off-track, but yeah).

The conference was at 1:00pm sharp and I had no other class that day. I set the alarm for like 10:00am that day since I have to get ready and then take the bus & train to get to the university. I woke up at around 11:30am… I tried my best to get ready and catch a bus by 12:00pm but the bus came at around 12:20pm, at that point I knew it was too late since the conference would’ve started way before I got there. Even though I didn’t go to the conference, I had confidence my classmates were going to do great (specially the 2 from my group since they have an awesome way with words). The next class after the conference the professor congratulated them on a job well done and they got a well-deserved round of applause.