The First Day Of English Class

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I look the first debate judge in the eyes and he nods. Then my gaze drifts to the second one and she smiles. Finally I look to my right at my final judge, he simply winks at me. I close my eyes and count to three. It’s finally time to begin; this is my time. These next three minutes everyone has to listen to me and my opinion. I open my mouth, but the only thought going through my head is, why? Why am I doing this? Why am I here? Why did I make this mistake?
It was the first day of English class and the teacher asked, “who here has ever given a class presentation before?” I looked around hoping, praying, that someone else is like me. However fate was not on my side. Every hand in the class was proudly raised high and I was all alone on my little island of fear. The teacher looked directly at me and asked why I had not ever done a presentation. “I’m a clicker,” I mumbled, it was barely audible but the teacher heard it and his face softened. “Well Mr. Peschansky it’s time you become a talker.”
A psychological study done in the early 70’s found that people are more afraid of public speaking then of death. Standing at the front of the room in my first debate tournament I realize just how true that is. All I can hear is my heart hammering away in my chest, my legs feel like they are going to give and I’m shaking all over.
I never opened my mouth when I was in grade school. I was the kid that was always reading. If my head was not buried in a book then something was probably
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