It was the spring of 1999, the trees outside of the classroom had just started to bloom, and my brother and I were sitting next to each other in COM 1010, Oral Communication or Public Speaking Class, at Wayne State University. It was the last week of classes and we were all scheduled to give our final speech in front a class of 30 students.
As my brother and I sat in our desks a classmate of ours walked towards the front of the room and began speaking about his fraternity. No more than 30 seconds into the speech and things started to take a turn for the worse. The kids face started to turn beet red, his forehead began to drip of sweat, and he began to lean backwards ever so slightly.