Open-Mic Day
I can almost guarantee that this was my first time reading of my own poems out loud. Leading up to this day, I was incredibly uneasy about the idea of going through with it. In all honesty, I considered many options to ease the situation... Skipping class, a little liquid courage, you know, the usual alternative options. Don't worry, I didn't utilize either of these methods on doomsday. I came to class, read my poems first, nervous as all get out, and then sat and attempted to relax until class was over. I feel like getting it over with, aka 'being the first one,' is usually a good policy for me. The shorter amount of time I have to bask in my nerves, the less time my body has to lose all control, take on a mind of its own, and with that mind, debilitate my actual brain, mouth, and voice into a mumbling and quivering mess. But that's just a theory. It's a funny thing though. Even though I really do loathe being in front of a crowd, which is totally understandable... complete vulnerability, all eyes on your every move and utterance, just waiting for you to screw up... there's something about having all that attention and power (for lack of better words) that inspires a rush like no other. However, I must say that I would prefer my hands responded to this rush with a bit more grace. Shaking like Polaroid picture is not a good look, dear hands.
All in all, I'm glad I didn't skip this day. Not only did I conquer a fear, but I really enjoyed listening to my classmates' work. I was thoroughly impressed with a great deal of what was read that day.
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