Sorry if the title confused you. To clarify, tonight, I went to an undergraduate reading event hosted by the english department. This is an event where undergrads come and read excerpts from the fiction, non-fiction, and poetry pieces that they’ve worked on during the semester. Some people got extra credit in their classes for doing it; I just thought it would be a fun thing to do, and decided this afternoon that I’d go and read from one of my pieces.
I was right. There’s nothing like unrehearsed public speaking to get the adrenaline going. Reading your work to a room of 60 people is a whole different animal from reading it silently in your head. My heart started racing as soon as I came in the room. I’d signed up to go second. Oops. Might as well get it over with. It was the most nerve-wracking yet thrilling experience I’ve had in a long time.
More than that, the reading showed just how talented these other students are. I wish I’d filmed their pieces; the microfiction about the alien destroying a classroom, the love story about a man who still hasn’t given up on her after sixty-six years even though they are from different religions and their parents forbade them ever seeing each other, the first person story from the perspective of a chicken, the story a psychopath who killed a police man. They were chilling and incredible.
I was able to convince Avery to film my reading. Enjoy!