THE WORST FINALS EXPERIENCE?

It's ten in the morning but I've been awake since six. My heart is pounding but I'm not sure if it's the caffeine I've been practically injecting into my veins or my nerves eating me away. I imagine a little ball of anxiety rolling around and colliding with the walls of my brain and with every hit he yells "OW!" in protest. For anxiety I would think he would come up with something more unique than "OW!" but hey... it's his decision and who am I to confront my own anxiety.

Here I am waking up at six o'clock. I'm fabulous. 

So here I am... sitting in the theater lab going over my lines a dozen times. Once with my eyes open, another with my eyes closed, and the last one with one eye open and the other closed. If there was more time perhaps I'd try some kind of fancy yoga position and speak them in Korean while juggling. I know these lines. Hell, I've went over them so many times I could write a novel off of them.

That's why when it was my turn to go up and preform in front of the class I wasn't nervous in the slightest. At least until I opened my mouth, spoke the first minute worth of the monologue and then started stuttering and making up my own configurations of what I believed to be words.

... I'm pretty sure it sound something like,

"Dan and I both have dates tonight which would normally scare me but blerg a der ah. Hergie derble? Ah, Hergie derble blash."
What? I'm pretty sure those are not words.

Yep.... I blacked out! Your very own public speaking performer Amber Allegrucci royally messed up on the lines she woke up two hours to practice for!
Bringing back memories of when I was singing the national anthem (which is at a way higher pitch than I can sing in!) at our senior awards night. One of the worst nights of my life , not even including that....

"Okay," I thought, "It's finished. That's another final down."

I told myself after messing up on the theater final that I should reward myself with some buffet food and while I was eating calmly and trying to think about anything other than what had just happened a couple sat behind me and immediately starting impersonating Kermit the Frog while speaking into a banana.
It was fine, I loved it, for the first minute or so. It wasn't until I sat there and listened to them practically spitting food into each others mouths that I realized I was sitting next to two squawking birds.

All right. I'll just head back to my dorm, listen to some music, and maybe write a short story or two.
I walk back to the dorm, in the rain, and finally I start feeling at peace with the thought of being able to see my roommate and tell her what had happened.
I opened my door and thank god my roommate was there! I actually laughed as I recounted what had happened. She reassured me and told me it wasn't as nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

When she left, my dorm neighbors decided to play some video games that must have inflicted some sort of mental reaction that makes them open there mouth and bark like sea otters.
To which I replied with a vine (RaggedyAmb) I apologize for the language friends, family, and future employers. Now I'm sitting in my room, curling up under my sheets, and trying to find something to distract me from whatever my final grade in that class will be now.

Don't worry. It's almost over! The summer is within reach!