I have the unfortunate task of giving my first public speech in front of the speech class on Thursday. I had a heck of a time figuring out a topic. So there I am surfing the web trying to find a topic that I can relate to me or localize to the city I live in. Easier said than done let me tell you. All of a sudden a topic literally jumped out at me. "The Day the Music Died." I said to my self, "Self, that is your favorite song and you have a personal tie to that day." Sweet my search was over.
In High school my favorite teacher, Mr. US History (mom you know him as Mr. Albino Raven), told my class about the day he went for a bike ride with his buddies. Their riding along, chillin', and then they see all this hoopla going on at one of their neighbor's fields. There had been a plane crash and they saw four bodies being carried away on stretchers. They found out later that day who it was they saw. They were devastated not only for the loss to the music industry but, my teacher informed me, had they known then they would have braced the cops and taken part of the plane as a souvenir.
Now that my search for a topic was over and done with the real work began. I looked up all I could find on Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and J.P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson. Didn't take me long to get the info I needed on any of them. Man I love this topic. The easiest work I have ever had to do.
All I have left to do now is stand up in front of people I don't know and share what I have learned. I have my fingers crossed I don't run out of the room crying and dry heaving. Just kidding I will stand up there and fumble my way through it. There are no wimps in my family. Tee Hee.