I got to go second, I got to get it over with right away. I also had the privledge of being a recipient of constructive critisism "if you mention an art movement- briefly explain it" instead of being after constructive criticism, and expected to integrate the critcism on the spot.
Lucky, lucky me, I was up to par. People even seemed impressed. I don't mean to be negative, but it could be that they were surprised, assuming I was shy or inarticulate, because often, well, I am.
I am so glad we arent recieving grades, because I would be rewarded for my disrespectful skim job. This isn't material I have to memorize in order to pass a test. This is a creation that someone put their soul and emotions into. I am being blessed with the honor of introducing the work the artist toiled over, and helping the audience understand the message the artist intended to send. I am actually pleased that I did what I did, because I learned a VALUABLE lesson! I must not, ever EVER do this on a real tour. I must be completely prepared. I am glad I recorded the details of my torment, so I may revisit them when I am considering furthur procrastination.
I was rewarded though. We passed Derek in one of the galleries. Our eyes met and I got a delicious SURGE of adrenaline. That can't be chemistry. He is too far away for me to smell any pheremones. Regardless, I was high on that shot through my chest for nearly five minutes. prrrrrrrrr
mood: tired, relieved, LUCKY!