Well, my brother and I have been taking these Home School Academy Classes for the pass few weeks, and one of them is speech. (which I am actually enjoying. Me, the one who hates talking in front of people. While my brother, the person who just LOVES to, hates it.)
Are teacher asked us to make a speech on scary movies. Just a prompt-to speech. I was thrilled. Tristan, the little whimp, not so much. Neither was the other girl in the class (one who I can never remember her name). I asked if we could give a scene from a horror movie we had seen, and she said yes. I, of course, with my bad memory, couldn’t remember the movie the scene was from, nor the name of the person. The teacher said that was okay, I could just use any name for the person. But I didn’t want to do that. It would ruin the scene. So, I wrote my own.
My brother ended up talking about which movie seems like a scary movie, just by it’s title. The other girl in the class ended up making a little scene about grasshoppers. Which she said at the end she was afraid up, so it fit. (once again, whimp) Tristan decided to just talk about what a scary movie would be like, since he himself has seen none. And Butch decided to do a speech on the definition of scary movie. It was pretty funny. We all laughed.
Here is the speech I made:
Tim threw the door open and looked into the room. He saw no one. It was empty. He was sure he had heard the scream come from within this room, but there was nothing. Tim slowly, carefully, stepped in. He looked around again. Still nothing. Tim looked behind the door to the room; nothing. He looked under the bed; nothing. He could not find the source of the scream. Tim noticed another door. He assumed it was the closet. He slowly walked over to it. He reached for the door knob, his heart racing. He jerked the door open. Once again, nothing. Tim turned around when he heard a low creaking noise. Suddenly, a shadowed figure ran at him. He felt a blinding pain to his forehead. Everything went dark.
The speech was only suppose to be thirty seconds to a minute long, other wise I would have done more. She gave us five minutes to write that, and it took me about two.
She said I did very good on leaving my audience wanting more. Which I told her about my obsession (yes, it can really be called that), with cliff hangers and how evil I can be with them.
Tristan said that my speech had actually scared him. I was shocked. But then he told me he was only joking.
Since I watch so many horror movies, and they are my favorite, I never noticed how they bothered other people. So far, other then me, Max, who goes to the same history class as my brother and me, is the only other out of the twenty or so people that go, that actually likes horror movies.
Butches mother picked us up that day, since she was feeling better after having her baby, and I told her about speech class. She really doesn’t like horror movies. Butter and I got talking about them, but we had to stop because we were scaring her.
The one thing I noticed about me giving a speech, or talking in front of people, is that my mouth can’t keep up with my eyes, if I am reading from a piece of paper. I read faster then I speak, so I end up repeating words, stopping, stuttering, losing my place, and even having to reread a whole line. Our teacher says that I need to learn to slow down when giving a speech, that way my words come out clear.
That ends up being a problem in history to, because we have to read the papers we typed up for the people we looked up. Though, I also noticed that the others take pauses, while I don’t. I guess I am destined to become a speed reader.
Next week, I will be doing a speech on HTML. A subject I picked on my own. Butter will do his Poke’mon book he made, Butch will do his guitar, whats-her-name will do something, I wasn’t paying attention, and Tristan will do a speech about his Ty-qon-do. (I think I spelled that right)
Well, I put the title as Horror Speech, and I ended up rambling about other stuff! XD
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