The eye of the hurricane. Everything is so calm now, as though everyone is building up their strength before the panic attacks.
The oral assessment today was not supposed to turn out like this. I had so much confidence, practised so much. It didn't turn out the way I expected it to. I don't know why Im so disappointed with it, knowing that my presentation skills wasn't very good to begin with. But I guess I had that tiny amount of confidence at last, only to have it dashed, and stepped on by the tutor's harsh criticisms. I may appear all right, but Im feeling the hurt deep down inside. Maybe Im just not born to be a good presenter. Maybe no amount of work can make me become a good presenter. If only someone can recognise my efforts and see that Im really trying my best to brush up on my presentation skills.
Screw this.
