I'm trying to gear up for presenting my Master's thesis prospectus tonight. In 40 minutes. Funny how TELLING yourself to calm down and be cool because it'll all be fine doesn't fucking work.
Every dry run I do comes in under 9 minutes. I'm supposed to go to 12. I'm out of words for padding it out, so I'm going to have to go pretty slow.
Hell Yes! Go slay their faces with SCIENCE! Calmness is the little penny carousel in the Kmart lobby. YOU ride fire because you can!!
I did a ridiculous dance beforehand, which seemed to loosen everybody up. My reasoning is, I'm a goofy fucker and they will ultimately realize that I'm a goofy fucker, so I might as well get that out of the way up front. The subsequent talk went well, I went to 16 minutes with questions, I have a real thesis proposal, and now I move on to stage 2: grant writing. Woot!