Reading Out

The first two sessions of this term were student readings. I took my turn in the second week. I'd worked on the story right up until the last minute, taking advice on the story from quite a few people. I was sort of happy with the result but it didn't really help my nerves. As I sat in the class (I was fifth to read) my bladder made sure I remembered why I was there. When my turn came I headed down to the front. I put my sheets on the podium, lowered my head and went for it. The result was predictable. The prose stretched before me. My reading got quieter and faster as I went on. I stumbled over certain words because of a dry, phlegmy throat. Also because of my nerves I didn't differentiated the two voices well at all.

So reverse all that and we're good to go... Easy eh?