Cal has been screwing the pooch in Engrish lately because they have to do an oral presentation every other week. Just freaks out and refuses to do it. He had one today and thankfully the overpaid teachers at his school alerted me to it. This is my wheelhouse, yo. Hate to see him struggle but it's like being Walter Payton and your kid can't throw a fastball.
He came home from school yesterday and asked him to first rehearse in front of his little brother. Cal helps Dylan with everything when it comes to school so he owes him one. He said he had it down and fine. I requested that he give his speech to me. He did, nervous and stammering. Not Cal. I told him I've been though this, he isn't looking at this right. You are just telling a story, not giving a speech. A story that people want to hear. Look at your audience, in the eye, left to right, slowly.
He read it again. I praised him for a job well done. I said he should memorize it because it would be easy for him. He said he didn't want to, would just read it from the script. I didn't give him hell. Just a hug and kiss.
I had a long conference today and wasn't going to come home because I had other, um, obligations. but was anxious to see how he did.
He memorized it. Crushed it.