Professional
It was 4:00 AM. The chilly night air hit my body like the refrigerated vegetable section at Costco Wholesale. As I opened the door out from the lab, I noticed how the wind pressed against my body as I made my way towards my car. Annie, Nick, and I had just finished working that night for our three foot bridge for our class. We were in the lab since 7:00 PM.
The bridge was made out of plaster of Paris, which is the same material composite used on most walls at residential homes. Plaster of Paris (or plaster Paris as we liked to call it) was very high maintenance. After I measured the correct water to plaster Paris ratio, which is two to three, I began to mix. I put in the powdered plaster Paris into the water at increments at a time. I did this so that there wouldn’t be any chunks of the materials, which would weaken the material. Therefore, I placed my whole hand into the mixing bowl and made sure that the chunks were eliminated. In the end of one batch, my whole hand was encased in a glove of plaster. My hand was an awesome piece of artwork! I repeated this procedure about five times more throughout the night.
Also, after we had finished the pouring the plaster into the molds of the columns of our bridge, we had to wait over an hour our columns to dry. This stop and go process made the whole process unnecessarily elongated. The actual work time only took about three hours. However, we could have watched the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy in the time that we waited. The night before, we were in the lab until 8:00 AM in the morning. Tonight was not as bad, but we were still not finished with the project.
Personal
Sweat was dripping down my forehead. My sweat glands were working overtime as I was standing in the front of the classroom. My heart was racing at a countless pace as I was about to give the message. It was my turn to teach this Sunday. Although I knew that I would be nervous, I didn’t imagine that I would be scared to the point that little five-year-old Ellie would say, “He’s sweating!” Then I remembered that public speaking, even in front of a class of twenty with fifteen of those being kids, has never been my strength.
When I was in second grade, I recited the Lord’s Prayer that I had memorized in Korean. It was in front of the whole church. There were over a hundred people in attendance. My sister and I were standing next to the pulpit. After my sister had recited her lines, it was my turn. She handed me the microphone. My hands were shaking as I took hold of the mike. As I started my lines, my voice started shaking as well. As I continued on, despite the noticeable fluctuation in my tone, I came to a sudden hindrance in my recital. I forgot the right word! But instead of moving on and playing it cool, instead of just skipping the phrase altogether, I said, “Oops…” in English! This was in front of a Korean congregation. They had all laughed at me. After I had finished my lines, I ran to my mom. Tears were running down my face, as I ran towards my mom. I felt the temperature on my face reach over 100 degrees as even more people laughed at my reaction. I buried my face as I wrapped my arms around my mom.
As I continued to teach the children, I noticed that I was still quite nervous. Therefore, I said a quick prayer under my breath. Afterwards, I realized that I gained more confidence in myself. It was like “The Little Engine that Could” who kept saying to itself, “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…” As the lesson went on, my voice sounded calmer and more relax rather than fluctuating like a sine graph. As I came to the end of the lesson, I gave a sigh of relief that it was over.