While in a Prosecutorial state I stood among my peers and began to lay out my case. My voice cracked at first but one comforting look from Mr Bennett helped me get into my groove. In minutes I had mustered up my inner William Jennings Bryan and brought my speech to a frothy frenzy. I reveled at the crowd’s reaction when I sassed my opponent or professed & pontificated poignant points to ponder . Later the librarian who hosted our AP Politics class would tell me she had seldom seen such passion in all her years at James A Garfield High.
I suppose that’s the moment when I fell in love with the sound of my own voice. Sorry y’all!