A 1976 High School English Class Presentation
It’s
1976 and at this time in my life, learning such things as writing, grammar and
anything else related to English class was the furthest thing from my redneck
under stimulated mind. I simply couldn’t imagine why I would care about such
boring foolishness as sentence structure, verbs, nouns, adjectives and those
ridiculous pronouns!
And public speaking. Hah! I figured the only way I’d need to present to a
group of people would possibly be a jury, and I was certainly hoping to avoid
that at all cost. I definitely wasn’t ever going to make it to law school
either!
Of course there would come a time when I really really would have benefited
from paying attention to all that “crap”. As it turned out, not only did it
become a big part of my life, and not only did it account for a big part of my
living, I also surprisingly found out I actually enjoyed it. Who would have
thought?
At this early time in my life it was all about day dreaming and horse
playing to pass the time of day for most of the time I was in school.
Unfortunately however we were given a public speaking assignment that I would
have to complete. The assignment was to give a presentation to the entire
English class. The class would move the desk into a big circle around the class
room and we took turns presenting one of our favorite subjects.
The subjects typically were things like how to bake a cake, or mending a
shirt or building a bird house. Oddly nobody did how to skin a coon. I thought
that might be interesting although there was one on how to set a leg hold trap.
My choice by todays standards and rules would likely get me suspended for
the rest of the school year, and who knows, maybe even a chance at that jury
presentation, but in 1976 it was completely acceptable.
It’s
somewhat sad to think the world has changed to this extent, but it has. And I
don’t think it has anything to do with my presentation. But back to my 1976
English class presentation.
My
presentation was reloading rifle ammunition. I chose the .222 Remington since I
had everything I needed. It just so happens the equipment I had for the .222 Remington
was the small portable versions. I could carry everything in a small package
right into the classroom!
I went through the entire process of reloading a rifle cartridge, from
lubing the casing, resizing the casing, installing the primer, measuring the
powder, crimping the bullet and so forth. Towards the end of the presentation I
had a loaded rifle cartridge.
I
even talked about choosing the right powder for your desired muzzle velocity,
cartridge caliber and what grain bullet you were using. I talked about case
expansion from the compression and how it affected the brass.
I
talked about safety and how smokeless gun power was not as dangerous as black
powder and how fire around bullets did not cause the massive explosions we see
on tv and how a bullet will not fire because of impact unless the primer is
struck with enough force to cause an indent in the exact location like a firing
pin does.
I mentioned, even stressed that you could drop bullets on a concrete floor
and nothing would happen. As a demonstration I flipped the bullet toward the
ceiling to let it hit the floor about dead center of the circle of students,
just to show that nothing would happen.
But
ahead of starting the presentation I got together with my buddy Ben. Ben was
your typical practical joker and he fit the assignment to a tee. I said we need
to add a little excitement hoping it would help with the grade and maybe remove
some of the overwhelming boredom of English class. After all, the point of any
presentation is make it memorable. That was one thing we learned in class.
So
just as the bullet hit the floor, when everyone was hanging on every word and
watching intensely to the riveting presentation, Ben grabbed his empty lunch
bag. You know the brown paper bags we used to carry lunch in, and making sure
nobody was watching him, he secretly filled the bag with air. Just as the
bullet hit the floor, which everyone knew was now fully loaded, Ben popped the
bag.
Oh baby!!
It’s somewhat amazing the sound a small brown paper bag can make in an
enclosed cinder block classroom. To say the “explosion” caused a ruckus would
be like saying a bad day of hunting is still better than a good day at work!
Adding to the paper bag “bang” came the sound of those large metal desk
pounding against each other as my fellow students dove under them, driving them
into each other or bouncing them across the hard concrete floor in a flurry of
hysteria.
Others just froze with a look of horror on their red worried faces. I’m
pretty sure a couple of them may have peed their unmentionables.
After
the noise stopped Ben and I didn’t stop laughing until we saw the look on the
teachers face. Gladly she wasn’t one of the ones who peed themselves, so that
probably did help matters a little.
I probably also should have considered that the principle of the school
wasn’t a bad guy, but he wasn’t a big hunter or outdoors type either, so the
lesson intent was somewhat lost on him. His sense of humor didn’t seem to be at
a high point that day.
So the moral of the story seems to be think through your presentations and
try to keep the sudden rise in noise and any attention grabbing parts to a
minimum, or at least to the expectation of your audience.
I
somehow still managed to graduate that year and after some time to cool off I
actually got a passing grade on the presentation. I often wonder how I’d do
with a similar presentation in front of a jury. I suppose I’d only get away
with it if I was the defense attorney. I probably should have gone to law
school with such good presentation skills: don’t you think?
