So the day of the awards evening arrived! I’m not sure why I was so terrified as the staff and students were very welcoming, such that my crippling nerves were miraculously replaced by an anaesthetised calm and all sorts of situational memories washed over me as I walked up the familiar steps to the stage at my old school.
I delivered my speech without fluffing my lines and handed out the prizes without dropping any trophies or tripping over. Also didn’t crush any of the students’ hands with a vice-like grip as a result of too much adrenaline, so unlikely to be sued.
Subsequently I’ve had very positive feedback and as my aunt said in her inimitable sage-like way: ‘Well at least it’s something for the CV, dear.’
You know she’s right! All I could think beforehand was how do I get out of this? Maybe feigning laryngitis or a sudden family illness? In fact facing my fear showed me that there was nothing to actually be fearful of! And yes, I can add it to my achievements.
So if anyone asks if I would do something similar again, then in the words of the UK ex-Labour Party leader: ‘Hell Yes!’