As I approach the center front of the room just before the eyes of thirty; I could feel my heart racing. I inhaled before I spoke my first word as I began what was going to be my first speech of the year. The rush of not only anxiety, wait no; pure adrenaline. It was an inevitable moment, in which would be shared by the rest of the class that followed. I told myself it was only two to four minutes, but knew that when I began, those few short minutes would feel like eternity. I couldn't help but worry about stumbling over my words, while also maintaining eye contact, voice projection, body orientation, and basically agonizing over everything I was doing and saying. Being someone who is often shy and has the personality of an introvert, I always wondered how some of my peers could get up in font of the class a deliver an A worthy speech, and represent themselves as being confident. I would never really know what that would feel like if I didn't at least try. I placed my feet shoulder length apart, took a deep breath, and began with my first word...