Growing up I was a bit different. I was a timid, boyish and quiet being. I was always the one with the solution. However, I couldn’t quite come up with one for my social anxiety.
Every social event of my life has always been extremely awkward for me. I never forced myself to be interactive but this one particular time I had to. Today was the day, presentation day that is. It was my senior year at Charles R. Drew High School. Everyone knew me as the track girl with attitude. I practice for nearly a month for this very day. I had sat in the audience for two weeks now watching my peers get called up alphabetically to present their senior Exit Portfolios. I sat there closely examining their errors as if I were on the judging panel. These presentations were no joke. The opening sentence could make or break you. Mistakes were not taken lightly. This presentation was the last ticket out the door. I was beyond prepared. Everything just had to go according to plan.…show more content… I walked in a brisk pace. I had but one mission, to blow their minds. I was so sure that my arrangement would be unsurpassed. I get midpoint on the stairs and realize I left my tablet in the seat. I cut turn around and head back. On the way back to the top row my foot slips. My peers and I chuckle. I reach down to ease the crease out of my skirt the slip caused. I freeze. The left side of my skirt has slit. Oh no and I didn’t wear underwear today. So there I stood there, nearly paralyzed contemplating a way out. Then I hear Coach Jackson say the panel is waiting. I place my hand on the slit and slightly bend in a bowing motion to reach my tablet. Do or die I tell myself. I pivot around trying my absolute best not to make too much commotion. I draw in everyone’s attention. Literally every single set of eyes were set on me. I gulped. I couldn’t believe this was happening to