My First Speech

My First Speech Preparing for my oral presentation was awful. I’ve never spoken in front of a large crowd, let alone a crowd of MD’s and PhD’s that specialize in the area that my little research project concerns. I’m going to get up on stage, my voice will crack, my hands will shake, I will flub one of my pre-recorded sentences and the pin will skip. I will sweat halos around my arms and neck and then take the audience along the agonizing journey that is reading straight from the PowerPoint as they also read along with the PowerPoint. “Thank you for your time. Please no questions?”

Arriving at the Hotel, I slowly bump into the other 20 students from SGU. We each have practiced our poster presentations to our unjudging mirrors, but not to our Research Professor. He arrives, having printed out the posters from kinkos and flying them here. We grab a room and he marches us one-by-one to the front of the room and says, “You have two minutes. GO!” It rattles people but we get the point: we have to be flawless and unthinking. Everyone has a lot of work to do before our next drill sessions tomorrow morning and night. Becuase we do not have a projector, I cannot rehearse and recieve feedback with everyone else. I’m nervous about my speech and won’t sleep well till Wednesday night.

Tuesday is spent rehearsing, running errands, and socializing. One of the big reasons for coming to this Congress is to meet physicians and professors in research or at schools for arranging clinical rotations. As a Caribbean medical student without a campus or hospital in the states, there are huge issues with reciprocity. This makes any clinical rotation outside of our “safe” hospitals nigh impossible. You have to know someone inside.

Reciprocity: You want to send a student to our hospital? Sure! Just so long as we can send students to your hospital. No hospital? Then no.

The first opportunity to meet people is tonight at the wine/cheese social. I’m not very practiced at this and balk quite often. All 20 of us have 50 business cards made up for this trip in case anyone should want to contact us. We feel pretty ridiculous owning them.

Keith Moore, Art Dalley and Anne Argur are here (writers of Clinically Oriented Anatomy). Holy shit! These people are Anatomy rock stars to me. Kyung W. Chung is here of BRS fame. If I had panties I would throw them at him. I CITE these people! EVERYONE cites these people! I have to come up with a word for nerd-groupies.

ANATARDS will do.

***If you’re in a room where you are unknown, where a bright Peach, Aqua, or Royal Blue Oxford shirt. Introduce yourself to people on the far left, tell all your funny stories and charming one liners in three minutes and listen to them for ten. Then repeat on the exact opposite side of the room. Now, get a drink and stand in the middle. Strike up a conversation with someone very attractive and hold their attention. Wait fifteen minutes for the plan to set and watch as people know your name and are introducing themselves to you. I saw this executed to perfection THRICE!***

Tonight after the social we rehearse again. It is amazing how much everyone has improved. Presentations that were choppy, unsure and peppered with like’s, um’s and uh’s are now crisp and professional. I’m incredibly proud of the group. Everyone heads to bed leaving me with three other people. I turn on the computer and, sitting, give my presentation to them. They say it’s perfect and I’ll do fine. I want to believe.

D-Day. Wednes-Day. I put on my nice suit with the tie that matches my slides. I rehearse the speech three more times at an average of eight minutes. I walk downstairs. The fruit bowls and bagels aren’t really helping. What I need is a nice cleansing vomit. I cannot stop my hand from shaking and my heart is up in the 120s at a sit. Whenever anyone wishes my luck or mentions my presentation, the muscles of my face tighten up and I forget to breath. My voice cracks on “Thanks.”

I kill a few hours with the rest of my group. They are in the other room presenting their posters. They tell me that someone was just looking for me. He asked about the student giving the mandible talk. He said he was an oral surgeon and couldn’t wait to hear it, and that there were a few other Head & Neck people in the audience. My face tightens and I excuse myself. Up on the 18th floor I open my Netter and proceed to draw out all the arteries, muscles and bones of the Head & Neck and I go over in my mind how I will describe my approach on dissection, perchance I get a question on it. I am now a nervous wreck.

I go back downstairs to listen to a few of the oral presentations. The first one is amazing. The second one is even better. The third one is horrible. I feel so much better knowing that I’m no longer in the running for first or last place. I sit in the dark and deliver my speech to the back of everyone’s head. It goes well.

As my time comes, everyone from SGU stops what they are doing to come watch. They call my name, I walk on stage and I can feel my heart rate dropping. I fumble with the video cord, plug in my computer, and manage to get the first sentence out of my mouth. The rest is a black haze. People are clapping and a woman in the front offers a comment. “I agree with your comment, and thank you.” I have no idea what she just said.

I walk off and meet my Research Professor and friends in the back. They all have flattering things to say and each offer me a drink. I take them up on it, one by one.

7 Responses to My First Speech

  1. OK.NOWwhat says:

    every time i read your stuff i am left wondering why you aren’t at harvard med and also writing for The Onion.

  2. M.S. Mac says:

    BRAVO Tophey! Good to hear from one of our troops on the ground. It sounds like the congress went pretty well. The email didnt tell us as much as I would have liked, but your first hand account brought me up to speed. Glad to hear that the speech went well dispite the stress!! Very impressive! Im looking forward to thumbing through the blog on a rainy day. Feel free to check mine out,
    See ya in a few

  3. M.S. Mac says:

    AH! It seems that you have already found my blog! I dont check my comments section as often as I should.
    Take care

  4. Craven says:

    Med-school= $250,000.
    Throwing your panties at doctors= $30.

    Realizing for the first time that you’re an Anatard…priceless.

  5. kim says:

    Oh, man, I was sweating right along with you through the whole story!

    Public speaking: fun, fun, fun…not!–>

  6. Adrian says:

    This gave me butterflies. I’m trying to convince them that I myself do not have a talk to give, but they’re not listening.

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