I do remember, that one moment where I felt like my demise as a fourth-grader was approaching and although my heart fell to my stomach, I didn’t. I know that at that moment, I was lucky. No one was paying attention to me, and the odds of that happening every experience are slim. Now, as I am walking up to the front of a class, a small stage, or a group of people I revert back to that moment. I take a deep breath and pretend that no one is paying attention to me. Although that is highly unlikely, thinking about it being true is what regresses my
I do remember, that one moment where I felt like my demise as a fourth-grader was approaching and although my heart fell to my stomach, I didn’t. I know that at that moment, I was lucky. No one was paying attention to me, and the odds of that happening every experience are slim. Now, as I am walking up to the front of a class, a small stage, or a group of people I revert back to that moment. I take a deep breath and pretend that no one is paying attention to me. Although that is highly unlikely, thinking about it being true is what regresses my