First Day Jitters.

The heart pumps heavily and palms sweat gradually when standing in front of a classroom filled with strangers, who are all in the exact position I'm currently in. Anxiously scared and anticipating this semester 's course with it's certain standards that'll evaluate the outcome of our grade, in which will justify a higher level of English. This is, lady's and gentleman, what we generally strive for, as freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors, partaking this English class.
Deep, slow, breathes, a momentary meditation in which I use for intimidating encounters with fellow individuals that I haven't been acquainted with; up until now. I focus on the subjects given by the sincere professor for our personal introduction to her and the rest of the class, justifying whether I should come forth as showing my true colors or otherwise. I try to subdue my nervousness by hearing the fellow students before me, waiting and observing till it's my turn.
As the student next to me concludes her introduction, I began to stand, watching a class full of grown adults, mature or immature, though very uncertain at this moment in time, while observing their expressions and grabbing their attention, I speak. A bundle of words flow out of my mouth, and into their ears, which will give them a slight recognition of who I am for a mere moment or two. As I conclude and sit, I'll be listening to their introductions as they watch my eyes, expressionless yet sincere like a decorated mask.

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