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I currently have a raging headache, so I'm going to see how this goes.  It probably won't be more than a page.

Did I ever mention I need to work on public speaking and reading instructions?  NO SPEED READING ALLOWED WHEN READING INSTRUCTIONS!  I sped read a section about making a video as an assignment today.  The task was to take 5 minutes and create a story-telling video about what I was currently struggling with, or goals, or thoughts, etc.  It was supposed to be like a letter to myself in a couple years that I would view/read and see how much I had grown.

Wellllll, I misread it and thought that I had to make a FIVE-MINUTE video.  So last time, I wrote about a 300-word script that took 2 minutes.  I talked way too fast in that video, so I figured I'd have to write about 600 words in my "letter" to make a 5-minute video.  It also scared me that all my classmates were going to be able to see what I was struggling with in a less-than-coherent video.  So, writing the letter took more than an hour.  Then I tried making the video without a tripod (positioning it here and there near my laptop so I wouldn't look like I was staring into space for my letter).  That took another hour or so.

A FIVE MINUTE video - took almost THREE hours to make.  And there was only one "actor"!!  And I didn't have to memorize my lines or anything.

Why? Because I kept tripping over my "lines".  I kept making funny head movements.  I kept messing up the grammar of my script.  Grief, I didn't even worry that much about inflection, projection, or enunciation.  I just tried to get through the letter so I didn't sound like I flunked elementary school.

Ok, so maybe I exaggerated, but being a perfectionist didn't help.  It really upset me to find out...

I was supposed to take a TOTAL of FIVE MINUTES to videotape my thoughts for a future me to reference at a later date.  Gahhh... my head hurts worse now.  Wasted, wasted, wasted time... *shakes weary head*

Learn a lesson from my mistake, my readers.  Read your instructions carefully and in their entirety.  It could save you like... 97% of the time spent on a project.

And now I shall retire before I make more miserable mistakes.

Good night, cyberworld!
~CJ

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