Public Speaking: Introductory Speech
Ahem. My speech for today's class; worth 10% of my final grade.
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“The pen is mightier than the sword; but nobody ever said it had the pencil beat.”
Mr. Kannan-friends, and fellow coursemates, I bid to you, a very good morning. I stand here before you today to make an introductory speech of myself, that you might learn a thing or two of me. As I have earlier stated-the pen is indeed mightier than the sword; but what is a pen, when compared to a pencil? How does the pencil relate to me as a student? As a person?
In the course of the next two minutes, I shall proceed to explain to all of you just what the pencil means to me. I am what the pencil is; easily corrected, expressive in colour, and easily adaptable to my surroundings.
Allow me to say, that I am, first and foremost, a writer. I thrive in the glories of fiction, fantasy, poetry, and in the written work of authors both period and modern. The names of Jane Austen, of William Shakespeare and of Oscar Wilde serve as reminders to me that I may yet, someday, become as accomplished as they, too, have become.
Literature was first born of the brush, the quill, and the ink. Some may argue that this is proof-pure, historical proof-that the pen is superior to the pencil. I beg to differ. While it is imperative that we understand the goodness of the pen, we must also realise the equal importance of the pencil.
There is no room for error with the pen. A single stroke of ink proves impossible to remove by conventional methods. The stroke of a pencil, however, is easily taken care of with the use of an eraser. In similar fashion, my ideas and thoughts, should they prove to be at fault, are quite easily corrected. I am human, and am therefore subject to error. Where I am wrong, and where my assumptions are false, I am willing to accept critique with an open mind. This, in turn, brings rise to my own improvement. Just like the marks of a pencil upon paper, my faults are easily erased and corrected.
While writing is an integral part of my life, I must admit that art, also, comes in great significance. I draw, I design-I sketch. All of this requires no more than paper, and a single, sharpened pencil. Modern day art has since come a long way from the days of da Vinci, of Michaelangelo, and of Picasso. We now live in a world where digital art is the norm, where paints and pencils have been replaced by Photoshop and tablet-art.
Personally, I feel that art is just that; art, regardless of the form in which is comes. I am, however, a traditional artist; the pencil is my instrument. Like the pencil, I come in many colours, with many moods to my personality-yellow, for happiness; blue, for calmness; green, when I feel like hugging trees, and red, when I’m feeling particularly ready to bite. Through the pencil, and, by extension, through the colours of my art, I am able to express myself, to bring to light the colours of me.
Lastly, I bring to light the final trait that is shared between the pencil, and me; we both of us, adapt easily to new surroundings. There is an ongoing joke-which I am sure many of you have heard-where the good people of NASA made an investment in a pen which could be used to write in outer space. This, however, proves to be redundant, as the Russians merely used pencils, which are just as effective, and definitely more cost-efficient. Just like the pencil, I am able to blend in with any new environment, adapting to new ways acceptable, and normalised by the society. If I were to be catapulted into outer space, I would, without a doubt, echo the resilience and reliability as demonstrated by the pencil; I am quite able to work, even in outer space.
After all is said and done, at the end of the day, I am still, merely, me-though bound to the pencil, as I am. It is an integral part of my lifestyle; and, it describes me best. My pencil and I? BFFs forever. With that, I end my speech. Thank you.
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To be completely honest, I have absolutely zero idea as to how I did for this one. I had cue-cards, of course, and I was coherent, according to Leanna.
But HOW would I score, out of 10%? Just thinking about it is making me want to rip my hair from their roots. XD
All in all, a relatively good day, I suppose--though I'm going to have to work on my Organizational Communication assignment next. I'm hoping to get it done by tonight, so I can spend tomorrow BREATHING. Or researching for my Malaysian Studies assignment.
We'll see how it goes.
In the meantime, I've invited Eddy, Reen and Ted over for dinner tonight. I just didn't feel like being alone.
...now waiting for them to get here. Hrmmmm.
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“The pen is mightier than the sword; but nobody ever said it had the pencil beat.”
Mr. Kannan-friends, and fellow coursemates, I bid to you, a very good morning. I stand here before you today to make an introductory speech of myself, that you might learn a thing or two of me. As I have earlier stated-the pen is indeed mightier than the sword; but what is a pen, when compared to a pencil? How does the pencil relate to me as a student? As a person?
In the course of the next two minutes, I shall proceed to explain to all of you just what the pencil means to me. I am what the pencil is; easily corrected, expressive in colour, and easily adaptable to my surroundings.
Allow me to say, that I am, first and foremost, a writer. I thrive in the glories of fiction, fantasy, poetry, and in the written work of authors both period and modern. The names of Jane Austen, of William Shakespeare and of Oscar Wilde serve as reminders to me that I may yet, someday, become as accomplished as they, too, have become.
Literature was first born of the brush, the quill, and the ink. Some may argue that this is proof-pure, historical proof-that the pen is superior to the pencil. I beg to differ. While it is imperative that we understand the goodness of the pen, we must also realise the equal importance of the pencil.
There is no room for error with the pen. A single stroke of ink proves impossible to remove by conventional methods. The stroke of a pencil, however, is easily taken care of with the use of an eraser. In similar fashion, my ideas and thoughts, should they prove to be at fault, are quite easily corrected. I am human, and am therefore subject to error. Where I am wrong, and where my assumptions are false, I am willing to accept critique with an open mind. This, in turn, brings rise to my own improvement. Just like the marks of a pencil upon paper, my faults are easily erased and corrected.
While writing is an integral part of my life, I must admit that art, also, comes in great significance. I draw, I design-I sketch. All of this requires no more than paper, and a single, sharpened pencil. Modern day art has since come a long way from the days of da Vinci, of Michaelangelo, and of Picasso. We now live in a world where digital art is the norm, where paints and pencils have been replaced by Photoshop and tablet-art.
Personally, I feel that art is just that; art, regardless of the form in which is comes. I am, however, a traditional artist; the pencil is my instrument. Like the pencil, I come in many colours, with many moods to my personality-yellow, for happiness; blue, for calmness; green, when I feel like hugging trees, and red, when I’m feeling particularly ready to bite. Through the pencil, and, by extension, through the colours of my art, I am able to express myself, to bring to light the colours of me.
Lastly, I bring to light the final trait that is shared between the pencil, and me; we both of us, adapt easily to new surroundings. There is an ongoing joke-which I am sure many of you have heard-where the good people of NASA made an investment in a pen which could be used to write in outer space. This, however, proves to be redundant, as the Russians merely used pencils, which are just as effective, and definitely more cost-efficient. Just like the pencil, I am able to blend in with any new environment, adapting to new ways acceptable, and normalised by the society. If I were to be catapulted into outer space, I would, without a doubt, echo the resilience and reliability as demonstrated by the pencil; I am quite able to work, even in outer space.
After all is said and done, at the end of the day, I am still, merely, me-though bound to the pencil, as I am. It is an integral part of my lifestyle; and, it describes me best. My pencil and I? BFFs forever. With that, I end my speech. Thank you.
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To be completely honest, I have absolutely zero idea as to how I did for this one. I had cue-cards, of course, and I was coherent, according to Leanna.
But HOW would I score, out of 10%? Just thinking about it is making me want to rip my hair from their roots. XD
All in all, a relatively good day, I suppose--though I'm going to have to work on my Organizational Communication assignment next. I'm hoping to get it done by tonight, so I can spend tomorrow BREATHING. Or researching for my Malaysian Studies assignment.
We'll see how it goes.
In the meantime, I've invited Eddy, Reen and Ted over for dinner tonight. I just didn't feel like being alone.
...now waiting for them to get here. Hrmmmm.