How fears have affected my life

If you’ve ever listened to one of my mom’s stories about me when I was younger, then you know I’m a bit of a hypochondriac. I spend most of my time thinking, which usually leads to me overthinking certain scenarios. I’ve actually learned not to think about certain things until they happen, or to just go first during presentations. That way I don’t have time to be scared or to panic or overthink. Recently, during the end of my junior year, I had to give a speech in front of my classmates and their parents. Fortunately it wasn’t ALL of my classmates, as there were four hour-long blocks during which you were assigned to give your speech, and there were multiple rooms where people were presenting.

That meant that there was a small chance I would be giving my speech in front of anyone other than strangers, which terrified me. To make matters even worse, my voice was almost completely gone as the result of a fever that I was still recovering from. As I walked in, my teacher notified me of someone who wanted to go further up the list, as she was a lot further down in the list than she would have preferred. I sacrificed myself, like a true gentleman, so that she could go ahead of me. Little did I know, she was slotted for the second to last speech. I would now have an entire hour to think of all the different ways that I could mess up.

I had practiced my speech over and over for at least a week, but now it felt like my mind had suddenly blanked and lost all the information it once held. Suddenly, out of nowhere, it was my turn. My speech topic was on importance of choices and consequences. It could have been on how good my recent restaurant hood cleaning was, by I’d rather just let you find out for yourself. From what I hear about my speech giving, I didn’t actually do that bad. I looked at the audience when it was necessary and I looked comfortable, according to the written comments left by audience members. I guess what I’m trying to get at is that worrying about what was going to happen didn’t change anything. I worried about it the whole time and still did fine. Being worried about things won’t change anything, so don’t worry about it. Just focus on what you’re going to do so that you don’t mess up

Greatest restaurant ever?

For those of you who live in Reno, NV, you know that there are plenty of great options for food. You can get sushi, fast food, thai, mexican, and sometimes even some amazing clam chowder. Claim Jumper makes some great chowder, but so does the Purple Parrot at the Atlantis casino. Most of the places I remember eating when I lived off of Toll Road were the Tamarack Junction, and home. I honestly don’t remember much from back then, and it makes me sad to think about. If you ever go to the Legends sports bar, I could probably name all the staff there. They know my dad by name and they always conversate with him while taking our order.

He even has a “usual” that he can order. We brought Steph with us last time we were there, and she knocked over her glass of ice water into his lap. I still tease her about it, which she hates. Famous Dave’s is by far the best barbecue place in town. I usually only go there when I’m in a group bigger than two, so we get the feast for however many people we have eating with us. The sweet & zesty sauce that they serve there is also literally the best sauce I’ve ever eaten. I always make sure I have a bottle in the fridge, because it tastes good on everything that barbecue sauce does, plus more. It even tastes good on cornbread, which is good because I can’t stand dry food. The feasts typically come with chicken breast, cornbread, corn, baked beans, ribs, and your choice of brisket or something else.

I wouldn’t know the other options because there’s no way I’m passing up some Famous Dave’s brisket. One thing they do that I’m extremely appreciative of is that they don’t have to get up and clap and play super loud music while you’re trying to enjoy your food. Cough Texas Roadhouse cough. My grandpa would literally just get up and leave if that ever happened to him. Why is it necessary to make so much noise that people have to shout over each other? My friends who do good restaurant hood cleaning agree with me. They should just have a “loud” section that’s barred off from people who want to enjoy a normal meal.