The dress I wore was so worn out with unmatched dupatta. My whole outlook was so messy. Later, I found out how good that chance was. And I blew it up. Getting good marks isn't a issue. Thing about which I am beating myself up for is being so uncleared. And when you don't know what to say, you are confused. I should have given my best. It wasn't my day.
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
It wasn't my day.
Today I realized that my communication skills suck. I seriously don't know how to speak properly. My English is weak. My content was unclear. Somehow I knew that I would be called upon the stage. There was enfough time to gather my thoughts on the given topic, and prepare a speach. Still, I couldn't come up with any anything at least Okay. It wasn't day.