The NHS at CHS
Scholarship, service, leadership, and character—The foundation upon which the National Honor Society is built. I was selected as a member my sophomore year of high school.
Last month a teacher at my former school contacted me to see if I would speak at the induction ceremony this year. I met the three criteria: (1) I graduated from CHS, (2) I was a member of NHS, and (3) I’ve accomplished something unique—as in writing a book and gaining some local notoriety for it.
The teacher reminded me of the four foundations of NHS and told me I could speak about all four or just one, and the speech should be between 10 and 20 minutes long. I should be able to come up with something. I’m sure the speech will be to an audience larger than I’ve ever spoken to before, and I’m a little nervous about that, but, you know what, I don’t remember who spoke or what about when I was inducted, so it’s not like it has to be earth-moving.
On Tuesday morning and Wednesday evening of this week I spoke about my recovery from a coma at University Hospital to a room full of social workers. About 30 people showed for the morning session, and 12 or 15 showed the following evening. I was more nervous then because these social workers were earning Continuing Education Units for attending. However, the general depression I’ve been feeling of late dampened my nervousness somewhat. Is it possible to experience depression and nervousness at the same time? I think I never have. I think when I’m depressed, I don’t really care what happens; therefore, I’m not nervous. I knew presenting the CEU at U. Hospital would be important, but I thought, “It’s not a big deal if I mess up.” Also, my mom spoke too about her experience with my recovery, and I knew I could rely on her to carry me if I needed it. But all went well.
In April I’ll be speaking at a meeting of the Brain Injury Association of Cincinnati. The organizer said to speak about publishing my story. That’ll be easy.
Tomorrow the local Kroger store is hosting me for a book signing. I usually sell 11 copies in a couple hours at Kroger. Did I tell you that I sold 14 copies at a signing at Waldenbooks in Newark, Delaware on a Saturday in February? I sold one today to a lady at work. It’s an emotional, true story describing the family dynamics between my divorced parents, a brother who had moved to Maine just weeks before my accident, both sets of grandparents, and my 19-year-old brother, who visited me every day. It hasn’t gotten a bad review anywhere. Hurry and get yours. OK. You don’t have to hurry, but go ahead and get one!
Last month a teacher at my former school contacted me to see if I would speak at the induction ceremony this year. I met the three criteria: (1) I graduated from CHS, (2) I was a member of NHS, and (3) I’ve accomplished something unique—as in writing a book and gaining some local notoriety for it.The teacher reminded me of the four foundations of NHS and told me I could speak about all four or just one, and the speech should be between 10 and 20 minutes long. I should be able to come up with something. I’m sure the speech will be to an audience larger than I’ve ever spoken to before, and I’m a little nervous about that, but, you know what, I don’t remember who spoke or what about when I was inducted, so it’s not like it has to be earth-moving.
On Tuesday morning and Wednesday evening of this week I spoke about my recovery from a coma at University Hospital to a room full of social workers. About 30 people showed for the morning session, and 12 or 15 showed the following evening. I was more nervous then because these social workers were earning Continuing Education Units for attending. However, the general depression I’ve been feeling of late dampened my nervousness somewhat. Is it possible to experience depression and nervousness at the same time? I think I never have. I think when I’m depressed, I don’t really care what happens; therefore, I’m not nervous. I knew presenting the CEU at U. Hospital would be important, but I thought, “It’s not a big deal if I mess up.” Also, my mom spoke too about her experience with my recovery, and I knew I could rely on her to carry me if I needed it. But all went well.
In April I’ll be speaking at a meeting of the Brain Injury Association of Cincinnati. The organizer said to speak about publishing my story. That’ll be easy.
Tomorrow the local Kroger store is hosting me for a book signing. I usually sell 11 copies in a couple hours at Kroger. Did I tell you that I sold 14 copies at a signing at Waldenbooks in Newark, Delaware on a Saturday in February? I sold one today to a lady at work. It’s an emotional, true story describing the family dynamics between my divorced parents, a brother who had moved to Maine just weeks before my accident, both sets of grandparents, and my 19-year-old brother, who visited me every day. It hasn’t gotten a bad review anywhere. Hurry and get yours. OK. You don’t have to hurry, but go ahead and get one!
posted by Elizabeth Evans Fryer at 5:28 PM
3 Comments:
I am very impressed.You are a very good person and you will go far in life.
Sophia! Hi. I was wondering where you and Pheobe were as no entries to your blog have been posted recently.
I'm glad you're back. And thank you for your kind words. I need them as, like I said in the post, I'm feeling depressed lately. I think it has to do with the fertility medicine I'm taking.
Have you checked out www.OurNationsTreasures.blogspot.com ? I just put a new post up this morning.
Elizabeth we have been sold to a new company and have been going threw alot of changes,so if we cannot get to the blog it's because of that.I think it will be very good for us.Jobs are so hard to find up here.Take care.Try not to be depressed things will work out for you.
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