i had worked myself up into a fair-to-midling tizzy about reading my paragraph aloud in class– upset tummy and sweaty palms, the whole nine yards.

when the time came, shygirljodi and bulldozerjodi had a fist fight. part of me wanted to read, i wanted to share what i had done. the other part of me was terrified. i wanted to hide under the table and not make eye contact with jeremy, the teacher.

of course, it was all for naught. i didn’t get a chance to read. i felt as though i had already bulldozed my way through a large part of the class and didn’t want to be the prima-donna spotlight hogger. so i kept quiet and let other people shine.

maybe next week.