generate a pyramid of thought.

 I was at a symposium type of ordeal. We were being sorted into different aptitudes, and i happened to get something about organization. I think they were testing my ability to organize sentences into important order while someone talked? That talk turned into an NHL hockey game, but i was paying so much attention, it felt like i was watching it on television. It was a long time before i realized that i wasn’t watching it on TV but it was happening in front of me AND there was no other crowd other than the gathered “students” there. Sidney Crosby scored a 140th instance of some kind of record and that’s when it really stood out. It was like they lifted some kind of railroad crossing arm and allowed way more people into the arena and people were flooding in to their seats. I take a step back and i realize that we’ve been in this sort of larger media booth that feels more like a student auditorium.


One of the girls running the “class” came up to me and asked somewhat innocently, hey can you help me organize this? And i was like yeah, let me see and she wouldn’t let me hold it, instead she would let me read it and i was meant to sort it. When i was sorting it, i was asked to explain why i was putting things in different order and then to explain my thought process behind what i would want to put first and then what follows. And it turns out i was explaining my aptitude for PUBLIC PRESENTATION instead of simply organization. 


So after that brief test, they bring me over and I speak to Ryan Whitney and we’re planning a speech and a video presentation we’re going to be giving about him and a documentary as well. 

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