Mental diarrhea

Today in my Lit class I had both a quiz and a presentation. Oddly enough, I was more stressed about the quiz than the presentation. I hadn't studied a lot for it, and was mildy freaking out about it. But then he put the sheet of paper in front of me, and damned if I didn't know the answers!

Then I had half an hour to sit there waaaaiiiitttiiinnnggg until 11, when the presentations started. I was second to go, presenting John Dryden and Alexander Pope. I wasn't nervous at all, until I got up and stood behind the podium thingy we have in the room. All of a sudden, the room was three times bigger, there was twice as many people, and I didn't know what the hell I was talking about. Oi!

I just keep telling myself that it's almost Friday, it's almost Friday, it's almost Friday...!