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Heart is racing
It is a presentation!
Palms wet
It is a presentation!
I can't handle this!
I want to get it over with!
But No.
I am the last one in the line.
I can not focus on her presentation.
My mind is rushing
What am I going to say?
I can not focus on his presentation.
My mind is rushing
What am I going to say?

It is my turn.
I am robotic.
I spit out what I have memorized.
My body is tense.
I am not taking a breath
as I speak.
I almost forgot
that my audience laughed.
I have finished my presentation.
Back to lecture.
I can not focus on lecture.

As I leave class
the ugly feeling I have been having at school
for months on end
haunts me.
I am back to that tense state again.
I thought the feeling had gone away.
It seemed that a few days ago
a full night of music complemented with life potential epiphanies
helped settle it down.
But No.
Presentation anxiety has brought it back.
I can not look at people in the eye as I walk.
I can only think about bumping.
My face is dead.