S.A.P. #9
The day of judgement has come. I was perspiring a bit as I heard the news from my classmate, that our teacher is going to play the finished product of our project in poetry reading. I calmly drew out a breath as I know that logically, this isn't going the world, no!
Then, the inevitable arrived: we were going to hear ourselves read our poems out loud while she(our teacher) played it in her laptop. My hands went clammy. I remembered that I stammered when I was reciting my poem during recording. This is a bad omen. This is it!
I buried my head in resignation inside my arms as we(my classmates) laughed it off, trying to shake the horrible feeling of embarrassment. Well actually, it was funny, hearing ourselves recite the poem with all our hearts while we are now in a classroom, completely not in our 'poem phase'. It was as if the voices we were hearing aren't really ours and it's hard to believe that we had made it this far as to recite these poems with total grandiose.
Anyway, I did feel finally great to have heard my own voice speaking my poem like any poet would voice out theirs. I just did what I have to do just to put my shoes in the narrator in the poem (by the way, my poem is 'If' by Rudyard Kipling).
I did feel for my poem and I felt very happy for the presentation we had all achieved to do.
Maybe in the future, I could find a job as a radio DJ or something and I'll name the station to Aria 955 LOL! XD
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