you shuffle your papers and prepare your words so that they don't come out mumbled
you try and you shake and your breathing becomes labored and your words come out quickly and mumbled.
the absent minded clicking of a pen sounds like miniature grenades exploding in your ears
and this minuscule tiny distraction for all is enough to nearly bring you to tears.
you're shaking and shaking and you slowly try to start from the beginning
and you pretend you don't see it but your pure great anxiety is enough to have all of your peers grinning.
and you pretend you don't feel it but their pure great insolence is enough to have all of your patience thinning.
your smile and say "it's fine. it's okay" and decide to continue once more.
your papers then fall to the floor.