For the tenth time in the past hour and what was sure to be the thousandth time in the past week, I silently rebuked myself for the situation I had consciously put myself in: Speech class. Prerequisites include: sweaty palms, wild eyes, and desperate gasps for cool, crisp air that will not come to my heaving lungs. Check. It wasn’t bad at first. I found sitting in my allotted seat in the corner of the classroom with the reassuring...