My body turns hot. Breathing is stagnated. Remember to breathe. The air somehow still flows. Keep talking, ignore the sudden drip. Please don't let there be a rive flowing freely from my armpit! Fingers and palms become clammy; suddenly feet are swimming inside shoes. My feet aren't webbed? Are they? I'm definitely not a frog - or maybe I am? Stream of consciousness.
A scent, fresh lavender. Oh crap. My Secret's out. I placed my hand on the desk, there's a fresh wet
imprint left. Yes, I am nervous. My stomach grumbles, or wait - was that my stomach? Oh please Lord, tell me I didn't ... good, I didn't. That the last thing I need kids teasing me about. Prayers under my breath,
Please let me do this right, Lord; don't let them laugh at me. Please Lord, let my zipper be zipped, and please, don't let me rip my pants. Crap, I knew I should have worn my Spanx.
My mind and body are at war.
A beaming smile: "Good Morning Class!"
Some moans, others cheerful: "Morning, Miss Aden."
Thank you, God. "Let's get started."
The battle is over, my composure is at rest.
Here's a cheery song! Yay for a fabulous semester!
As always,
Ms. Aden
