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Skiing Speech Yak

Skiing Speech, 10/5
Every night at Secmol two people are selected to give a 3-5 minute speech on anything they want. One guy talked about compost toilets, another explained how he got to Secmol and a girl shared a folk story. Last night as I was getting up to get more rice and dal, Saurabh stopped me and said, “someone needs to do a speech so I’m telling them that you are doing it.” And with the sly giggle that only Saurabh can pull off he slipped back into the dinner crowd. Running possible topics through my head I turned to Ceci who suggests I talk about cross country or skiing but not crew since they won’t understand it and having the Ladahkis understand what I’m saying is the big concern. With Ceci’s sage advice still swirling in my head the campus chief calls me up for my speech. I climb the three stairs up to the small platform and looking down on the small community I say, “hi, I’m Rach and today I’m going to tell you about my ski team.” I then proceed to act out via a dance similar to charades how I stand at the start gate and try and convince myself that I won’t die on the icy hill but then when the started tells me to go I always let out a little shriek as I push myself down the slope. All of this was met with mixed laughs both at with me and at me. I try to demonstrate how one time I gave my dad a heart attack when I lost a ski mid run and rolled halfway down the mountain only to have to hike back up in order to retrieve my ski before the next racer came. When I had answered all their questions about if I thought it was safe for them to ski Secmol mountain and what flying down the snow feels like I returned to my seat on the floor and was surrounded by Ladahkis keen on figuring out exactly what gear and how much snow was necessary for them to go skiing this winter. Non of them know that I’m a pretty amature ski racer who’s ranked in the lower half of her team so for the few minutes after dinner I feel like a skiing protegee who has been sent to share my extensive knowledge with the world.
Full tilt full send, Rachel Nahirny