for a world rife with social inaptitude, this postgraduate research thing is involving a whole honkin' lot of socializing. in precisely 23 minutes, I have to stand up in front of a level three music class and beg, cajole, bribe and threaten them to volunteer to be my lab rats. the dark pit of dread has been in my stomach since yesterday.
fortunately, it seems my supervisor is catching on to my socially avoidant ways, because she said she'd come along to help. (ie. repeat what I say but louder and without the stumbling and mumbling.)
the fear is mounting. and the best part? I get to do this again tomorrow.