In public speaking, you don’t get to memorize a script. As a kid, that petrified me.
One day, Mom gave me an hour to prepare an oral report about the Vikings. I spent the hour hiding in the closet so she wouldn’t hear my sobbing. When I stood up in front of her and my siblings, a cold sick feeling seized me. I broke into hysterics.
Five years later, I took the stage for a 200-person crowd and, in a relaxed tone, gave an unrehearsed speech to introduce a play.
The transformation boils down to two words: drama class.