ceiltastic (ceiltastic) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-06-03 14:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | emma, gilly |
Wednesday Night, Laundry Room, Gilly & OTA
Gilly hated laundry, really, she did. It did, however, provide her with a relatively quiet room to go over her stupid speech stuff for graduation. The idea that she had to make some poignant speech about surviving the perils of high school and moving on to college was baffling. The shooting made it even more literal for that perils of high school part. She was positive that there were going to be lots of news/media people hanging about as they'd already gotten calls for interviews for before or after graduation. Gilly declined both. The closer the day of graduation came, the more anxious Gilly became. What if she was too nervous to give her speech? What if she didn't do it justice? What if she got up there and the empathy shit messed with her and she just...puked all over the podium or something embarrassing like that?
She was trying to quell the nerves with the help of background noise from the washers and dryers while she closed her eyes and mentally tried to recite her speech from memory. She got a few sentences in before he let out an aggravated groan and flipped to the appropriate index card to reread the words she'd written. Did she even like this speech? Maybe she should just rewrite the whole thing. Maybe she should be a dick and recite the lyrics to the Sunscreen Song as her speech and make everyone graduate with that damn song in their head. Maybe she should just wing it. Go up and say whatever came to mind at the moment when she was actually graduating. She was tempted to tear up her cue cards right then.