This is what happens when I’m slated to present my paper last. I sit and stew over my 3 page summary handout for 2.5 hours until it’s time to bumble and mumble my way through another botched public speaking task. I’m making changes and scratching out sections for a quick and dirty drastic edit as everyone else’s topic seems so much more interesting than mine.
After sprinting through my presentation with a strained voice and blood pulsing to my head, and after accidently snapping off the tab of my Dwight Schrute pen as a final exclamation point, I breathed.
Semester is over.
