I pause my animated monologue abruptly and sit up straight with wide eyes, mind clouded with a sudden panic. All thoughts and distractions vanish in a wisp of smoke as I focus intensely on a distant voice. My throat feels dry. I cough and draw in a shaky breath.
It is coming.
The world seems to evaporate until all that remains is The Voice, the room and my pounding heart. What if I miss it? What if nobody hears me? My breath hitches. The consequences will be dire. My reputation will suffer.
I must be prepared.
I clench my fists and frown in concentration.
I only get one shot at this. I cannot afford to be wavered.
Silencing my companions as the moment draws closer, I embrace myself. This is it.
“Rahul.” “-yes, sir!”
“Rajs-” “PRESENT, sir.”
My voice rings out loudly over the class and a few perplexed faces turn to look at me. Too loud.
But It’s over. I did it.
I smile sheepishly until the raised eyebrows smoothen. A little overreaction is excusable. Even if it’s not, I don’t care anymore.
I slump my tense shoulders into a comfortable slouch, plunging right back into my daydreams.
Attendance in combined classes is horrifying, you guys.