When I was younger, if I had to give a presentation at school, I’d barely sleep the night before. Instead, I’d lay awake half the night, agonizing over all the ways it could go wrong. Before my name was called, I’d be sweating.
Once in front of the class, I’d stumble through my presentation, and by the time I was back at my desk, I’d be exhausted from the stress of it all. Embarrassing side note -- my crush nicknamed me "tomato mode" because of my incessant blushing.
