Halloween is past and I’ve survived another year without being chewed on by a demented zombie. I’m relieved to say the least, but doubts are still whispering that all is not well. The reason for this uncertainty is that I feel there are zombies lurking still.
….. Lurking in Live Oak Hall.
I visit LOH often because I’m taking Business and Professional Speech, and for any person who isn’t a zombie yet, there’s a sanctuary of hope at the end of a long corridor. Within the room is everything I might need to be a competent speaker: a coach who listens, records, and evaluates the speeches; computers for working on homework; separate rooms to practice in, and even textbooks that I use while I’m there. Here’s the path to safety, check it out:
http://www.alamo.edu/nvc/tutoring/speech/
Now back to what’s important. Yes, as I said zombies have infested LOH. I see them every day on the way to the speech lab. I can tell they are zombies because of their blank eyes which are easily hypnotized by glowing devices. They are sitting on the benches, lounging against the walls, and stumbling down the corridor; I manage to act just like them, and luckily they’re the kind of zombies that don’t seem to notice much, so I usually get by them unnoticed. They don’t seem to have the capability of making intelligent speech, and they usually exist in a hunched over position, which shows a lack of proper muscle control.
Though the situation looks bleak, there’s hope for the poor unfortunate zombies! I have done a study while in my speech class (which I’m sure my teacher will love), which proves that through the power of oration, zombies will follow a person’s commands.
It is grand!
There will soon be no more zombies to fear, as long as there’s a shepherd to guide them. All that will be required is a calming speaker, and the zombies will be docile lambs.
The first test starts today. I need to get to the speech lab and warm up my calming voice, but after… Gahh … someone’s texting me, let me see … hmmm … uh … ooo, it … glows.
By NVC Student Ambassador Peter Northrop