As I was sitting down finishing my dinner, my mom told me that my dad isn’t ready to give his speech yet and wants to switch dates with me. Suddenly, that lasagna didn’t taste so good anymore.
I felt sick to my stomach and cold and nervous, and as I ate a few more bites it became harder and harder to chew.
But I took a deep breath, and agreed to do it. I was planning to give my speech the following week, but now I had two days to finish practicing and fine-tuning my speech. Oh boy, this is happening. At least I’ll get it over with…Fellow Toastmasters.