that class the one where i knew nothing i came unprepared. i felt like a spotlight was on me and they all knew it. they all knew i knew nothing they were waiting for me to whimper a wrong answer and to ***** their faces into confusion.
"did she even read the book?"
i wouldn't give them that satisfaction of hurting me, i was so quiet i almost disappered into the seat. the only kind of recognition i received was from that blue eyed high priestess who glanced at me with piercing questions. it was the worst day of my life. i pride myself on at least being prepared and today i wasn't that class was the worst and i hope it never happens again.
a memo that turned into a poem. i often write on on the train and that day just mad me feel horrible.