Ever found yourself doing
¡§the last thing on earth I ever thought I¡¦d do¡¨? Only half awake, I
found myself driving to Topeka, Kansas, one drizzly early morning, where
in a few hours I¡¦d compete in the Toastmasters District Evaluation
Contest. First, you need to understand that I am scared to death of
public speaking. It is why I joined Toastmasters. Second, I have spent
most of my life scrupulously avoiding anything that smacks of
competition.
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So why was I
entering a Toastmasters contest? It started with our club competition.
Apparently Jerry, one of my fellow club members, was the only person
interested in representing our club at the area Humorous Speech and
Evaluation contests. I had never paid attention to the Toastmasters
competitions and had no idea how they worked. We were all fine with
having Jerry win unopposed ¡V everyone, that is, except Gary, who is my
mentor and our club president.
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¡§Won¡¦t anyone help out so that Jerry isn¡¦t the only contestant in our
club contest?¡¨
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The other club members were already staring at the table or at the light
bulbs, but I wasn¡¦t fast enough. Gary caught my eye. I took a deep
breath. ¡§Oh, what the heck, I¡¦ll do an evaluation.¡¨ I just wanted Jerry
to feel he had won fair and square.
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We listened to the seven-minute target speech, and I took notes. I
giggled when our sergeant at arms escorted Jerry and me into another
room, where we spent five minutes finishing our notes. Then he came back
for Jerry, who was to go first, and he also took my notes. Alone in the
¡§waiting room,¡¨ I twiddled my thumbs until I was escorted back into the
meeting room. Given back my notes, I delivered my evaluation.
Eventually, our club judges came back and informed me I had won in the
evaluation category! I thought it was a joke. Then they informed me I
now had to represent the club at the area competition.
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¡§I didn¡¦t say I was
willing to go to any contest. I was just trying to help out!¡¨ My voice
was shrill with panic¡§
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My mentor frowned, looking somewhat hurt. ¡§What can I say? You won! But
if you aren¡¦t willing to represent us, we can¡¦t make you go.¡¨ Feeling
ungrateful and petty, I sighed and agreed to go.
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Our family had already made plans for the Saturday of the contest, but I
managed to sneak away and even made it to the contest location on time.
My hurry and the absurdity of my contestant status kept me from getting
too nervous. I kept repeating a line from the old Rocky movie:
¡§All I want to do is go the distance.¡¨
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I listened to the target speech, delivered my evaluation when it was my
turn and left immediately to hurry back to my family gathering. I had
done my duty by my club. I had gone the distance. It was over!
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Later that evening I received an e-mail from my mentor. ¡§You won! Now
you get to represent us at the division contest.¡¨ Huh? What were
these people thinking?
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A Speaking Triumph
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At the next meeting I was handed the trophy I¡¦d failed to pick up at the
area contest. It was the first trophy I had ever received. How ironic
that it was for public speaking! But it made me reflect on why doing
evaluations was not nearly as terrifying for me as giving a speech.
Apparently I was fairly decent at this evaluation stuff. I decided it
was because I could focus on helping the speaker improve; I could focus
on their speech. I did not have to come up with a riveting topic.
I did not have to create a speech. I did not have to engage and
entertain the audience. I simply had to be useful ¡V or so I thought.
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The division contest
was a bigger event, with more contestants and audience members. I had a
few butterflies. Of course, it was all ridiculous; I was not contestant
material. But then all I wanted to do was go the distance. And Gary had
promised that evaluation contests went no further than this level. One
way or the other, this crazy journey would be over.
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Because I drew the high number, I was last to deliver my evaluation and
did not get to hear my competitors. While the judges deliberated, each
contestant was asked to respond to a question, a Table Topic of sorts.
My question was ¡§Why did you become a Toastmaster?¡¨
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As I stood in front of the audience again, I realized to my amazement
that I was completely relaxed, as though I were back at our familiar
club table. I told the roomful of strangers my story, how I¡¦d decided I
was tired of being afraid of speaking. I made them nod knowingly, I made
them laugh, and for a few moments I felt an uncanny connection with
them.
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When the winners were announced, I felt calm, knowing I would not be
called. I was wrong. I now had a second trophy for, of all things,
public speaking. But that wasn¡¦t the only surprise.
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¡§What do you mean there¡¦s another level? You said this was it!¡¨
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¡§You must have misunderstood,¡¨ Gary assured me, eyes dancing. ¡§It¡¦s the
district level that is the final level for evaluation.¡¨
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And so, on a drizzly morning in November, I found myself driving to the
district contest.
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If this were Hollywood, the end of this story would be that I had gotten
on the stage and won yet again. But in real life, luck and whimsy only
take you so far. The people at district level took this seriously. I
began to get that spacey ¡§alien¡¨ feeling. I had a hard time
concentrating on the target speech. As I sat in the ¡§waiting¡¨ room
trying to decipher my scribbles, I realized that the young man next to
me, feverishly rewriting his notes, was unknowingly panting and blowing
as though in labor. It dawned on me how very serious he was about this.
My fellow competitors meant to get here. They really wanted to
compete. They wanted to win. I was suddenly embarrassed by my attitude.
I did not deserve to be in their midst.
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I did go the distance that day, but barely.
There was a bucket of sand in my mouth, a tornado in my stomach, and I
could hardly put words together. But I got through it. Having spoken
early, I had the chance to sit in the audience and listen to the
competitors who followed. I marveled because they didn¡¦t deliver mere
¡§evaluations¡¨; these competitors had in fact developed an entire speech
¡Vtheme, snappy introduction, main and support-ing points, humor,
effective staging and gestures, reiteration of main points and a snazzy
finish. They not only created their speech in five minutes, but they
delivered a performance with flair and without benefit of any rehearsal!
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It was a revelation. Aha! So that¡¦s what an evaluation could sound like.
I tried to soak up their ideas, their techniques, their tricks. It
occurred to me that everything we learn from giving speeches at
Toastmasters serves to make anything we say more interesting,
more engaging.
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At last I understood
and appreciated what my mentor had been trying to do for me, why he had
cajoled and tricked me into attending and competing. The real value of
the contest lay not so much in competing but in witnessing ordinary
people doing what I do, only extraordinarily well, much better than I
do. These were not some far-away television personalities; not people
completely out of my league. No, these were people I passed in traffic
or sat next to at a restaurant. And that made it powerful and, well,
yes, inspiring. I learned so much from watching and hearing them. I knew
I could be better. I had ideas of how I could be better. Suddenly, I
wanted to be better. Not better than others, just better than I am
now.
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I learned that I didn¡¦t need to keep avoiding competition, because
ultimately there is only one contest. The only competition that really
matters is the one between who we are and who we want to become.
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Edna Talboy has been a Toastmaster for two years and is a
member of the Tiffany Springs Toastmasters club in Parkville, Missouri.
An instructional designer and performance improvement consultant, she
can be reached at
etalboy@kc.rr.com.
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