I looked around the room, terrified. Everything was too loud, and the kid next to me was tapping her foot which was driving me crazy. My hands started shaking, I couldn’t write anymore. It felt like my throat was closing up. I was breathing too quickly and the room was spinning. I wanted to stand up to tell the teacher, but I was scared I would be judged. So, I sat there suffering… realizing that this generation’s problem, and definitely mine as well, was a lack of self-confidence.




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