Uh oh or the story of how I became unspeakable

So how is everything up with the presentation class, you may ask.

Well everything is going on pretty well and I had many chances to practice my skills in August. Beside the details in the events I participated, there were other things going on in the class that I want to note down here because I'm going to be 28 year old next month and I soon will be diagnosed with Alzheimer and these memories will soon go away just like my teeth.

Remember the first time I attended the class, I couldn't resist the strange feeling of staying in a class again with all of the people younger than me, and even the teacher was also younger. I was like a kid out of water (is it kid or fish, I don't know, I guess Alzheimer strikes me now. Anyway kid seems to be a good word here).

Then I got used to the lovely youngsters of the class and then things went really really well. Except for the parts when I stood up and didn't know what to say and wanted to commit suicide after that.

Vu taught really really well, did I say that in the previous post. If I did I'm sorry, now I don't remember a thing. And he wouldn't mind if I say this again anyway, yeah he was an excellent teacher. Except for the parts that sometimes in the class I didn't want to talk to him. That was when I felt embarrassed with his comments. It was not his fault. I was a stubborn headstrong bottomstrong (even my toes are strong) girl and I didn't want anyone comment on my performance unless he/she says one of the words like excellent, good job, well done, and best if they say all of these three.

Just kidding, for the record sake, I would say the class was organized in a friendly and casual environment as most of the students are well connected through Your Club. If a new person comes he would feel a bit bewildered at first, and perhaps embarrassed with the criticism if he is a head-to-toe-strong like me. But I'm sure Vu would have appropriate amendment when the class goes public with different types of students. I would then highly recommend it to my brother my father my mother my relatives my friend my sister in law even if now my brother doesn't have a girlfriend yet. And I would 100% guarantee the quality even if I'm not the teacher, hahaha.

Ah, having the TA noted down the comments and sent to the students were a good thing. Especially good for people having Alzheimer like me. And it would be best for me if the teacher kept the comments in written form only and just simply gave the comments in silence, hahaha. Ok ok, I guess I'm a bit more self - conscious than normal people. Well, I'm a highly sensitive person lah. That's my strength although sometimes I feel that strength bothers me more than helping.

I found out gradually that all the students were very lively and lovely and nice. We liked to make joke of each other and of the teacher specifically. Many funny activities went along in the class. One day Ngoc Huynh made up a poem in her presentation and then it turned out to be a surprise birthday party gift for Dy and Hien. The other day we just played and didn't want to continue the class and we finished it fast then called pizza to celebrate Miu Miu's late coming and Vu and Thao's absence. And another time Cam Le was so so sad at us all and the world that she burst into tears during the class. I didn't think it was funny at that time but you know when you get old as 82 (82 or 28, I'm confused) then everything in the past was funny.

Then with the class full of youngsters like that I revealed to them my real identity: a solemn witch eating young adult. Just kidding, I revealed my other part of a child disguising in the body of a 82 year old woman. I remembered the time when I always got the first prize in the story telling contests of my primary school and I wanted to recreate it in the presentation class. So I told the story of the pig happy with his life and I played the pig sleeping on his feces. Then the children tv program with the squirrel and the raccoon MCs. The other time I just stood up and told: "I am a worm living in a manure hole" and I laughed to my ears and watched other students rolling on the floor until Vu told me that my performance was a disaster and I went down with pleasure. Anyway I felt more comfortable with the people and exactly as Vu said they liked me more that way than being a solemn 82 yr old woman with the face of a witch going to eat children.

What impressed me the most during the presentation class was one time I told a totally terrible story about the writer named E. B. White with his isolating lifestyle despite his fame and I wanted to be like that, not being talkative showy flashy. What Vu commented after that struck me with its integrity and it's still in my head now: "Well you don't learn to change yourself but you just need to learn to reveal your true self, to stand up and be your best when and where your readers, your audience and your supporters need you". And I still learn to do that these days. In fact, we never have to change ourselves. Just be our best.

Well the course is going to finish and sometimes I feel like missing the time I had with them all, even though when I attended I was torn with pressure of going to the class and submitting the homework on time and I cursed and screamed.

And tomorrow will be the rehearsal of the final presentation of the course, in a studio. And today I just did my first practice. And I discovered that I spoke like a foreigner speaking Vietnamese for the first time. Or an infant child. Or both, a foreign infant child trying to speak Vietnamese. All I could say for a while was just: uh, ah, oh.

That was just 1 month after my last event and my skill went down this much. Still a long time before I can master it to speak without proper preparation.