Lorenzo De Zavala Youth Legislative Session

I was asked by the faculty at my school if I could be nominated to give a speech.  Then I was told I was selected to do so,

To help guide others to do our best by trying to reduce bullies, stress, and etc... Help people that I don't know by running fundraisers for the homeless people and help people get their life started. For as long as I've remembered I've always wanted to help people and protect the men and women that need it by standing up to the bullies that think they are better than others. I believe that with this program I could get started with that and actually make a difference in peoples

Sandra asked that members read the previous minutes and let the committee know if there were any questions. Since there were no questions, Reverend Darby made the motion that the minutes to accepted as given to the committee members. Captain Bullock seconded the motion and the minutes were accepted. Baker then requested that each person introduced themselves to the rest of the members.

The challenges I faced made me a strong minded individual and a leader that strives for change to make the world a better place. I want to become a pediatric doctor and help in situations like those in Haiti.

As I walked out of my dorm that morning for my 9am class, I checked my schedule to see where I needed to go. My first class was public speaking in room 232. My stomach instantly dropped. The calmness I once felt left my body in a rush. Public speaking was my worst fear. I stuttered and mumbled and shook each time I entered a crowded room. Speaking in front of a whole classroom has never been on my bucket list. I fretfully continued my journey to room 232. I attempted to give myself a pep talk along the way to help calm my nerves, but nothing was helping. I told myself that this was not

“She learned it from me.” He smiled, procuring a shiny, silver flask. The glare that’s waiting for him when he gets down off the chair was historic, some of her best work, and made him snort a

I immediately obeyed their order. I looked around and everyone was on the floor scared and

Standing in that long, obscure hallway, I could feel my stomach turning over and over like the sea on a stormy night. “What did I get myself into this time?” I thought to myself as I investigated each of my competitors waiting their turn to compete. I had worked tirelessly to prepare myself for today. The hours consumed typing and retyping a speech that had to have just the right phrasing. I had my mother and two of the best teachers I knew proofread speech and give me honest feedback. I ran through my speech numerous times, so much so that I was sure I could recite it in my sleep. I even rehearsed responses to the hypothetical questions the judges might ask me, and listened to my speech on repeat for two hours on the bus. It all came down to this. My opportunity to present at the West Virginia State FBLA Competition was a few minutes away. I sought to place at the State’s not only for myself and my club, but also for my mother. Prior to getting out of the car this morning, she gave me one of her famous pep talks to set me on my way. After that and months

I stood there in anticipation, speech in hand, facing the crowd. Then, I ripped apart the speech, but I had no worries about the paper. After all, I had already memorized the whole speech. At that moment, my goal was to inspire people with my speech. I had never thought I would be able to stand there in the gaze of a giant audience.

As we all sat down on the carpet floor, I was overjoyed. When she walked in I couldn't contain my excitement. I clapped along with everyone else in the room until she picked up the microphone. She was wearing

“My name is Frances Gage, and I helped organize this convention. Well, the first spokesperson today is ...Anna Wilsher!” A woman wearing a posh white and baby blue dress walked up to where Frances was standing and started her speech in a strong and confident voice.

Tensions were rising it was the final day for preparations, and everyone was nervous including me. Weeks and dedicated work and time had been allocated to this very moment, and failure wasn't an option. Everyone's presentation was pristine not only when delivering their project but also when they were talking to the

I felt as a silly person when I stand up to read my speech. As I walked toward the podium, I thumped my knee on a chair. It was embarrassing. On top of that, I continued saying “like” and “um,” and I could not stop giggling. I was nervous about being up front. I’ve been practicing this speech frequently, and I still buzzed. It was ten minutes of abscond concerning how people occasionally wish no to accomplish. Did I ever confirm my point? My speech was atrocious; I’m surprised that people didn’t jeer at me. According to my teacher, I should not anguish it, though. Moreover, people get nervous his or her first time speaking in public, consequently she said, with time, I would become a phenomenon at this speech giving the proper material. I

Your chest is tight and you feel like you’re on fire. Your chest is tight ant you’re burning up. The flash cards in your hands are crumpled from you squeezing them obsessively. You look up and see dozens of eyes staring at you, waiting expectantly. Taking a deep breath, you stumble through the speech. When it’s finally over, you practically run back to your seat, cheeks flaming bright red. You slump down, already dreading the next time you’ll have to deal with your upmost fear: public speaking.

The narrative development and structure of my speech was excellent. Each of my stories was developed equally and they were all very comparable in length. Each of my stories contained context, trouble ahead, trouble, and the lesson learned. All three of my points contained the necessary details and characteristics of the people involved in my story. It was enough that it gave my stories some context, but not so much that it took away