I'm walking (rather crutching, because for some reason I have a cast on my leg) across campus to class, when all of the sudden the pathways start moving and I am forced to ditch the crutches and army crawl the rest of the way in order not to fall. I finally reach my destination and hobble into class. When it is my turn to present I make my way to the front of the class and try to start speaking. Unfortunately what comes out of my mouth isn't words, but planets and stars. (Like Bumba in the Boshongo myth). The class is horrified, I'm horrified, and there is a miniature universe spewing from my mouth and nostrils. I look up and realize that I am in fact in the wrong classroom (which make's for an unsympathetic audience). An impossibly muscualr professor then proceeds to physically throw me out of the classroom. In mid air I turn to liquid and wake up before splashing all over the ground.
So if I seemed uneasy today, it was a combination of a dislike for public speaking, and fear that I may vomit into existence a new realm of being.
It would be quite amusing to watch prof Sexson try to physically throw you out of the room.
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