This is my speech for tomorrow, I wanted to post it to get some feed back. don't like grammar it and shit, i jsut want to know if it's a tear jerker, cuz that's what I'm going for.
Mutley, The Never-ending Saga
One day I sat down with my mom to get her to tell me the story of
my old cat. “His name was Mutley,” she said, “a cunning feline with a
heart of gold.” The year was 1977, and my parents were living in Raleigh
on Yates Pond. It was a cozy house overlooking a ten-acre lake
surrounded by thick woods. One afternoon after my mom and dad got off
the boat they relaxed on the porch for a little bit. A stray cat came
scurrying by, a Maine Coon cat, a beautiful cat that was larger than most.
From time to time they would see this cat running around, fishing, catching
small animals and doing cat things. It turns out the cat gave birth to two
kittens, one male, and one female. One evening while my parents were
sitting out on the front porch the mother cat stood at the end of their
walkway with the two kittens and the two kittens walked up to my parents.
They petted the kittens and watched them play and when they looked up
for the mother cat, she was nowhere to be found. It was as if the mother
cat told them to go to my parents to take care of them. My parents fed
the two kittens, but left them outside because they were strays. They
would see the two cats from day to day especially in the evenings and my
parents would give them scraps from the table and in return they would
leave small dead animals on the back porch. For a few weeks this went on
and on, until one evening, they didn’t hear the familiar scurrying through
the yard. Hours went by without the noises until around midnight they
heard a cat out on the back porch that wasn’t meowing like normal, it
sounded like crying. They looked out back and only saw the male kitten,
now not even six months old, all by himself. They took him in and let him
sleep on the couch for the night and gave him some food. The next day
my mom said she was driving and she saw the female cat dead on the side
of the road. That’s the day they decided to take the cat in, get all it’s shots
and neuter it, and it was named Mutley.
Mutley adapted well to life indoors and outdoors. He loved attention
and he loved calling the little house his home. He continued to use his
scavenger skills well because he was often scene scooping fish off their
beds that were in the shallows of the pond. He continued to grow very
rapidly between being nurtured and all the wild food available. At night he
would go on boat rides with my mom and dad and often he would jump in
the water because he loved to swim. One evening my parents had a
catfish dinner with the fish they had caught from the pond. They decided
to throw the remains back into the pond. That night while Mutley was
scavenging for the fish heads a pack of dogs came through and chased
him up a tree. He went up so high you could only make out a couple of
kitty eyes. My parents tried to coax him down with everything: food, toys,
and the works. But, Mutley stayed up into that tree for a few hours until
he was sure the dogs were gone. My Mom said, “He was up in a pine tree
and I don’t know how he got down I thought he was going to die, it was a
very tall and thin pine tree, I don’t know ask Daddy.” My dad said, “He
was a good cat and could climb up and down the tree.” Mom thinks that
Mutley must have had wings.
Mutley grew to be twenty pounds and was very beautiful and regal
looking. Six months later my parents moved into the city of Raleigh. They
were concerned because he would lose his pond and the woods he loved.
They moved to a garage apartment that had a cement fishpond and other
rodents living nearby along with other cats and dogs. They really had
hoped it would work out for Mutley. He adapted quickly, cleaning out the
neighbors prized goldfish pond. My parents still haven’t told the owner of
the goldfish about. He would bring home dead snakes, mice, moles, birds,
bats and anything that was small and moved that he could kill. During the
winter it had snowed several inches and two flying squirrels fell through
they chimney into the dry logs. My parents captured them and build a big
cage for them in the basement. They were going to keep them throughout
the winter and then release them afterwards so they could find their home.
Mutley knew that the squirrels were down there because he would go down
there when my Mom would feed them. One day my mom was resting on
the sofa and she heard a noise over near the basement doors and it was
Mutley standing up, and he was reaching with his two paws turning the
doorknob. He went swiftly down the steps and on top of the squirrel’s
cage. From then on she had to make sure she always kept the door
locked.
He loved to play outdoors and he learned how to tap on the screen
door when he wanted to come in. One evening my dad had to stay all
night at N.C. State University working for twelve hours in the lab on a
genetics project. Before my Mom went to bed she let Mutley out. About
four in the morning she heard a tapping at the door. Usually Mutley would
meow before my Mom would let him come in- that was the indicator that
his mouth was free of surprises. My mom however, was too sleepy this
night to check to let him in and he had a live mouse in his mouth and let
him go after bringing it in. For two hours my Mom screemed at the cat to
get the mouse. “Mutley, get the mouse! She shouted. After a few minutes
Mutley got tired of the chase and wanted to go upstairs to bed. And my
Mom would scream, “Mutley you get down here and get the mouse!”
Finally, after the two hours, my dad came home and got a net and got the
mouse of the house. My parents lived for four years at the little house
with the cement fish pond that Mutley seemed to enjoy.
My Dad took a job in Illinois and Mutley’s territory became even
smaller. On one of the trips home to visit relatives my parents stopped at
rest stop to give Mutley some food and water and someone asked if Mutley
was part raccoon because he was very large and he had markings like a
raccoon. By this time Mutley’s coat was so long and so pretty that it made
him look even larger. My Mom described him as a very built, very large,
muscular cat that had so much fur he was almost lion-like. The weird thing
was he wouldn’t meow like a normal cat. He would just kind of squeek.
He’d go like, “meh meh.” They were in Illinois for four years then I was
born and not but three weeks later My Dad accepted a job in North
Carolina, so they moved to Kernersville.
I got to know Mutley right away because he loved kids. Mutley would
always play around me and lay next to me at night. In the mornings I
would sit up in bed and everyday I would hear his “meh meh” coming from
the bed not wanting me to leave him while I played. He would always be
out in the back yard with me running around and napping in the grass.
Mutley would often hide behind this one rock and wait for me to walk by so
he could jump out and try and scare me, but I knew it was coming and he
knew that I knew it was coming and I would laugh. I think he just loved
me laughing and I loved him because he was my best buddy at that age.
In the afternoon when we watched television or my parents read to me,
Mutley always had to be right in the middle on my lap or close by. But
Mutley began to move a little slower and I just always thought he was
sleepy. After a while my Mom took Mutley and I to the vet in Raleigh at
the lab my Dad used to do research at because they knew a great deal
about animal health. Well, I was four years old and at that age you think
that going to any doctor is bad. We dropped Mutley off at the vet and
when we got back into the car I asked my mom, “Mom, is Mutley going to
die?” Being a good Mom, she replied to me, “No, he’ll be ok, the vets
going to take good care of him and we’ll get him back good as new, I
promise.” Mutley came home with us, but he still seemed lazier than ever.
He didn’t run as much if at all, and he slept more than before. He didn’t
even play with me in the snow like he used to love. I went with my Mom
to the store to buy Christmas presents for my dad and Mutley, and I got
him a catnip filled squirrel because I knew he loved catnip and I knew he
loved squirrels. Christmas came, and on Christmas morning I woke up
before my parents, I sat up in bed, but didn’t hear the faithful “meh meh”
that I heard everyday I sat up in bed ever since I was a baby. “Mutley?” I
kept asking, “Where are you kitty, its’ Christmas.” I ran downstairs to
look for my cat, and he was nowhere to be found. I walked out on the
screened in porch to shout for him in the yard. That’s when I saw him
under the bench on the deck. “Mutley, what are you doing out here kitty?
It’s Christmas.” He didn’t do his faithful “meh meh” he didn’t even move.
I got down on my knees next to him and petted him and he still did not
move. I put my head down on him and he was not purring or breathing. I
couldn’t think of anything to do but cry. I picked him up and brought him
out into the back yard and got my tiny shovel and dug a hole next to the
rock he would hide behind, burying him with his Christmas present.
For the next few years Christmas never felt the same. Until
Christmas came when I was seven. I woke up, sat up like I do everyday,
and I heard “meh meh.” “Mutley!” I shouted, and I looked back, and on
my bed sat a little cardboard box with holes in it, and in that box was a cat
that looked just like my Mutley. So I named him “Mutley” and Mutley is
still with me today and always sleeps next to me and hops up on the bed
with a “meow.”
My speech for tomorrow
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My speech for tomorrow
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What he did not tell you is that the max points were 500.
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I don't know the details of your assignment, but some general advice on delivering speeches:
Unless you are prepared to devote a very significant amount of time to memorizing your speech near-perfectly, there's no point to writing it out. If you don't have it down word-for-word, you're very likely going to leave out key points or sentences, and the fact that you have a path to follow will prevent you from adjusting mid-speech to compensate for what you did wrong. If you do have the speech memorized, you're set, but unless you're a brilliant writer, your speech will not be much better than what another speaker, with a little bit of practice, could extemporaneously give with just a general outline.
If you're allowed to use notes or a text for your speech without penalty, then it's pretty much a crap assignment anyway and there's no need to worry about it.
Unless you are prepared to devote a very significant amount of time to memorizing your speech near-perfectly, there's no point to writing it out. If you don't have it down word-for-word, you're very likely going to leave out key points or sentences, and the fact that you have a path to follow will prevent you from adjusting mid-speech to compensate for what you did wrong. If you do have the speech memorized, you're set, but unless you're a brilliant writer, your speech will not be much better than what another speaker, with a little bit of practice, could extemporaneously give with just a general outline.
If you're allowed to use notes or a text for your speech without penalty, then it's pretty much a crap assignment anyway and there's no need to worry about it.
If I was in that class I'd head right to the office of academic affairs and threaten to shut the school down. It starts out simple enough with +5 bonus points for going first...not long after, someone's taking it up the ass for +10.Clatis wrote:Oh, the scale goes to 110, and for going first after no one valunteered for a minute he gave me a bonus 5
Sounds about right... worst speaker I ever saw: Physics professor, appeared to give his lectures almost exclusively from photocopies of the text book (which he did not author), occasionally deviating from it to clarify a point, but all of which was incomprehensible because he spoke with such a thick asian accent that no one in the class could understand what he was saying, including the asian kids.Sueven wrote:I don't know the details of your assignment, but some general advice on delivering speeches:
Unless you are prepared to devote a very significant amount of time to memorizing your speech near-perfectly, there's no point to writing it out. If you don't have it down word-for-word, you're very likely going to leave out key points or sentences, and the fact that you have a path to follow will prevent you from adjusting mid-speech to compensate for what you did wrong. If you do have the speech memorized, you're set, but unless you're a brilliant writer, your speech will not be much better than what another speaker, with a little bit of practice, could extemporaneously give with just a general outline.
If you're allowed to use notes or a text for your speech without penalty, then it's pretty much a crap assignment anyway and there's no need to worry about it.
Thankfully he only lectured the optics portion of our comp. engineering physics class, so the dean of physics made the optics portion of the final exam optional by making the test "answer 6 of 8 questions" instead of the usual 6 of 7.
There are possibly engineering graduates in this country that think light is fuckassed via rinses.
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