Let's get something straight, I am not intimidating.
I'm about 5'7" and 115 lbs., with a small head and even smaller feet. Nothing about my first visual appearance is off-putting, until I open my mouth. I like to say I'm quick witted and comedic however, my friends tell me I can be intimidating because I never fail to tell people like it is and sometimes when I'm not serious I'm taken completely serious. So you have some background, now for why I'm talking about it. This is just one small example of my "way with words".
My US History class is the obnoxious class. We talk over each other, poke fun at each other, and even sometimes get into completely serious political debates that include some pretty low blows. Today was the day I really realized the power I could hold. A young man sitting on the other side of the room facing my side of the room began whistling in the middle of a discussion. This boy is relatively quite, however once he got our eating privileges taken away because he decided to slurp cereal for the beginning of class. I was no longer interested in the class discussion of Obama vs the Great Depression and how apparently it was his fault so, I zoned in on the whistler. I wanted a little entertainment so, I made eye contact with the boy and just spoke, "excuse me," and rose an eyebrow. He speedily stopped and apologized. I was only joking and didn't really care if he whistled or not, but he sure stopped and by the look on his face won't whistle in that class again. The sad, but true life of an unfiltered adolescent.
Relatable?
I'm about 5'7" and 115 lbs., with a small head and even smaller feet. Nothing about my first visual appearance is off-putting, until I open my mouth. I like to say I'm quick witted and comedic however, my friends tell me I can be intimidating because I never fail to tell people like it is and sometimes when I'm not serious I'm taken completely serious. So you have some background, now for why I'm talking about it. This is just one small example of my "way with words".
My US History class is the obnoxious class. We talk over each other, poke fun at each other, and even sometimes get into completely serious political debates that include some pretty low blows. Today was the day I really realized the power I could hold. A young man sitting on the other side of the room facing my side of the room began whistling in the middle of a discussion. This boy is relatively quite, however once he got our eating privileges taken away because he decided to slurp cereal for the beginning of class. I was no longer interested in the class discussion of Obama vs the Great Depression and how apparently it was his fault so, I zoned in on the whistler. I wanted a little entertainment so, I made eye contact with the boy and just spoke, "excuse me," and rose an eyebrow. He speedily stopped and apologized. I was only joking and didn't really care if he whistled or not, but he sure stopped and by the look on his face won't whistle in that class again. The sad, but true life of an unfiltered adolescent.
Relatable?