I came into college more terrified of public speaking than death itself. In fact, the first "real" speech I ever gave in my freshman-level public speaking class was about an event that had changed my life. That event was a classmate of mine killing himself. As I delivered the speech, my voice quivered with fear and my knees felt weak. However, it worked well because everyone just seemed to think that I was deeply moved by the story. Little did they know I was about to cry for a very different reason.

I just gave my final presentation of my undergraduate college career and I was shocked to find myself less than nervous. No racing heartbeat, no collapsing knees, no loosening bowels. I delivered my speech with a degree of confidence I wasn't aware I had. As I took my seat, fully satisfied with my performance, I realized my fly was down and it had been down throughout the entire 15 minute speech.

I guess it's only fitting.