Toastmasters
by P.S.
One of the most rewarding clubs I have joined has been
Toastmasters International.
When I was in my fifties I enrolled as an extra-mural
student through Massey University.
I enjoyed the units for English Literature but when I
reached Level 3 I realised I would have to deliver my paper to the class. How I
hated standing up in front of a group. I always dodged being a president of any
club – secretary, yes; treasurer, yes; but definitely not president. My knees
would wobble, my palms sweat and words disappeared.
Larcina, my friend, was president of a local Toastmasters
Club and, knowing my terror of public speaking, persuaded me to join her club.
The one-minute impromptu speech known as Table Topics was a
baptism by fire. I held the floor for the whole 60 seconds! What a triumph!
Since then I have stepped up as president of another
Toastmasters Club.
One of my greatest pleasures and rewards has been to watch
other people overcome their fear of public speaking, move forward in their
careers and make new friends.
No chemistry there
by P. S.
Sarah moved on to the next chair. Mmm . . . not her type but
she animated and fluttered for the required time.
“Move on!”
Ah: he looks promising: number 3 haircut, clean-cut features
and a well-pumped body.
“Do yous like league?”
No chemistry there.
She saw Cheryl across the table. Their locked eyes and shook
their heads.
After the time was up they had a drink at the pub.
“I think I’ll stick with my horse.”
“Yes,” replied Cheryl. “I’ll stay with my moggie.”
What do you bet, though, that they’ll go back next week?
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