Too Much Information Can Kill You

I got killed last night because I knew too much. I'm just probably too hard on myself. My practice teaching didn't really suck that much. In fact, I think I did well. I had audience rapport going on in there, backed up with eloquence and slight confidence. I have every right to brag! It even came to a point wherein my classmates were drawn towards me. Problem is I got so overwhelme d with all the attention that I ended up dropping useless information all over the place. Those infos kept on falling like bombs over Baghdad. I ended up not finishing my topic!

I think I'll have minus points for poor time management. Ma'am Dean probably thought I was trying too hard to impress. I thought i'd do good making the whole thing like Mo's Good Times on radio. I think I'm paranoid. I think so much, don't I? Maybe if she din't expressed how she'd wait for my performance a week ago, I wouldn't be feeling like this. To be commended for having the gift of gab by s omeone I look up to and respect so much was all I ever wanted but that whole incident just totally jinxed it. That was way too much pressure!

Well maybe I did try too hard to impress. I got an F for the midterms! But I swear I didn't read those stuffs for the sake that I could drop references come practice teaching. I knew most of it way before I was assigned to do the topics. I read too much useless information that in the end it remained still as futile as hell.

Funny how the only thing that made me think highly of myself was the same thing that pulled me down. I may know a lot but in the end it didn't matter... because sometimes, too much information can kill you. I should know. I just got killed last night.