At school, I take a speech class. No, I don’t have trouble speaking; it’s a class on public speaking and is required.
My teacher always stares at me. It’s really strange. It’s like he’s looking at me with an “understanding” of some sort, but there’s nothing to understand. His views of me must be wrong. And it’s kinda creepy looking over at him and his eyes are fixed on me. I want to just crawl down a hole and avoid it. He doesn’t even look away when he sees me see him staring (that’s a tongue-twister). It’s awkward.
To crawl away,
And hide away,
Might make this day,
Fade away,
Just let it end,
And you, my friend,
Will see the glory of tomorrow.
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