The front disembarking ramp of the new Irish Ferries Swift looks like a mechanical dinosaur head to me.
Preparing for that first big presentation is a mine field of elements. There are many things you can control – you can ensure you have properly working hardware, you can choose the best presentation software for you, and spend weeks researching and putting the slides together just right.
But HOW do you make YOU ready?
Here is the story of how I prepared for that first big presentation.
It was a few years ago. I was incredibly nervous. I had no problem with the tech; I’ve always been pretty good with PowerPoint and Keynote. I’d all my notes in the notes view and printed out just in case. But I just couldn’t speak back then. I hated being in front of people. I would sweat and stumble and panic and talk a million miles a second just so it would be over faster! I’d gotten several pieces of advice on how to prepare. One was to know my notes inside out so I could say them without stumbling and focus on slowing down. I had to get used to people looking at me as well. So I grabbed my ipod and notes and walked around saying them over and over again. I must have looked very silly walking a big loop around Grand Canal Dock talking to myself (these days’ most people would assume you were on a phone call, back then, not so much). I did that for a few evenings and slowly I got there. I stopped minding people looking at me (quite so much) and I stopped speaking as fast. I’ve since heard a story about a little girl who had the same fears before a talk so she dressed up in a dinosaur costume to get used to the stares. She’s far braver than I was! I presented a few days after that. I was still incredibly nervous and had cold sweats but I didn’t stumble or stutter or pause so it at least looked like I knew what I was doing and that’s the most I could have hoped for.
Do you have any tips you’d like to share on presenting? How did you get beyond your nerves? I’d love to hear your comments.
Steam and synging
No one I could call a peer
No over 30 here
The manager at 25
is really such a has been guy
Hoping this is short term fate
On tables and careers
One year I was obsessed. I wanted a reindeer. No ordinary reindeer. One of Santas own reindeer, and I had answers to every question my parents posed to change my mind..
“but Santa needs them to deliver all the toys”
That’s okay. He can just do our house very last.
“but Santa needs the reindeer”
Only for bringing the toys. They don’t do anything the rest of the year so I can mind the reindeer til he needs him.
“but the reindeer will get lonely”
I’ll keep him company.. Or Santa can leave two!
“but what’ll he eat?”
There’s a field by the river with carrots and a donkey. The donkey can be his friend! The poor thing is all alone. Santa would be happy his reindeer is keeping friends with a donkey. I should tell him that.
(and so I wandered off satisfied. Not sure how my parents felt about the whole thing but try as they might for weeks there was no budging me).
Christmas morning came and I dashed to the bedroom window, CONVINCED there’d be a reindeer in the yard.
Confused but not giving up yet I went to the sitting room.
There. Sitting in the middle of the floor was a red inflatable reindeer about 1 foot tall. It had a note from Santa apologising, saying he really needed his reindeer but left this one. I was thrilled and excitedly told my parents Santas deer were too busy but this was just for me.
I loved that little plastic deer and it’s still my most remembered treasured gift.
Refreshing the mailbox since dawn. Even though you know the race doesn’t run til nine. Still you refresh. Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
In a way it’s like christmas. The anticipation. The impatient wait. What’ll it be? Have you been a good girl?
Should I have added the priority? Get outlook on my side? It would exclaim on my behalf. Read me!
Nothing to do now.
Are we there yet?
Her eyes sparkle as I look up. I’ve been staring beyond the grains of wood in the table. “enjoy” she says and gives me a knowing smile. The coffee has a tanned film, the spoon almost disintigrates on contact. She’s made it strong. She knows. And I think, “Christ, I must look awful”