This is the script I used for my speech in Mr.Menard's class on April 2nd. Since I was the last one to make a speech I didn't want it to sound too stiff. Please be aware that I intentionally used few grammatically incorrect sentences in order to be more natural.
 
131153 Heeseung Hwang

           Today I would like to tell you 2 stories that I recalled from a field trip to Mongolia two years ago. Since Minwoo(Brandon) and I went to the same middle school he should be aware of all characters in these stories. Brandon was right there at the scene, so please do not spoil the moment, and keep the best part to yourself.

           Let’s begin.

           This year on May the 18th wavers will spend 2 weeks in either US or Europe. In my middle school I had something similar. On 8th grade, students were able to choose among Hawaii, Mongolia, and China. Brandon, Justin Hong from class the other class, and I chose Mongolia.

           After about 3 hours of boring flight we arrived at “Chingiz Kahn Airport” and we had to take a bus to the base camp for another 2 hours. At first we were amused by the spectacular scenery in front of us, the vast grass plain, wild animals moving around, and treeless mountains on the back. But we soon realized the problem that there was nothing to do other than horse riding. So, most of the day we simply hung out with our friends, trying to figure out what kind of crazy things we could do on such an empty land. We slept in groups of 3or 4 in these Mongolian traditional tents, called Gers.  

           I shared my Ger with someone who used to be my Best friend, whose name is Brian Hwang, and Justin. As soon as we got into our Gers we immediately changed into comfortable clothes, and that is when I took a glimpse of Brian’s underwear. It was red and pink and was decorated with cute little kittens. It was quite interesting that Brian was proud of his underwear. Fortunately his girlfriend was a great relief that enabled me to trust his heterosexuality. So we cajoled him to throw that disturbing underwear away and wear normal boxers we gave him, and then we all went out to play volleyball on the grass field.

           After half an hour or so someone shouted “look! Pink underwear! Right there! Near the net!” I had no idea how that evil underwear got into the volleyball court but I was surely able to anticipate millions of thoughts that Brian would have at the moment. No wonder, I looked at Brian and saw him panicking like a homeless bird. Girls were there as well so nobody dared to approach to the pink underwear. I calculated the degree of repercussions for boldly picking that pink underwear with my hands with everyone watching me, and thusly I decided to rather sit back and enjoy Brian’s mental breakdown. At last we continued playing volleyball with the underwear still in the court and Brian decided to leave it there even until we had to leave the basecamp. I hope it is gone by now.

Second story is about this cow intruding my Ger. We were playing volleyball the other day,( and I’m not sure who it was, Was it you Brandon?,) somebody shouted “Will there’s a cow in your Ger.” I thought it was a joke, but I soon realized I was leading the stampede of curious students wishing to see what kind of disaster happened at my place.  

It was a critical mistake to leave the door open. Our ger was the closest to the barn where the land owner raised cattle. This cattle allowed itself in while our attention was somewhere else. And this cow it pooped on our beds and luggages and sprayed urine all over the tent as well. My roommate had to wipe out cow dung on his ipod with wet tissues, but later he told me he threw it away. Actually Justin Hong, he was in my room, he had cow dung on his bed as well. For more information you can ask him. Back then he used to be a naïve kid, but I never saw him swear like that so furiously in his life. Fortunately we had a leftover Ger, so we grabbed our luggage that smelled like BS and moved to the other Ger. From then I always keep doors shut behind me. People easily say the word BS, was every time I hear that phrase I involuntarily reminisce the unforgettable past.     

Unfortunately we failed to find modern laundries nearby the camp site so we had to conceal our poop contaminated clothes in plastic bags and spray tons of air fresheners until we arrived at a fine hotel. But we still had to erase the stains on the sink with our bare hands and I almost threw up when my hands came across these small chunks stuck in the gaps. 

           After all, a week in Mongolia was fantastic anyways but I would like to give you guys 2 pieces of advice. 1, always condemn your friends for wearing weird underwears, and 2, always close the door behind you because you never know what else is going to ruin your trip.

  Thank you
 
The comments!! : Well, a lot of people agreed that the speech was pretty entertaining, but Mr.Menard pointed out that it would have been much better if I talked more about the lessons I learned from the experiences. In fact, I admit that the thing I said was
a. make fun of your friends
b. close the door behind you.
So next time I'll watch out for these and try to manage the time a little better so I can fulfill every parts of the speech.