School Days

We are going back to school at DVerse today. Thankfully I don’t go back to my real classes for almost 2 weeks. I am also sharing this with forgiving Fridays.

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I was good at school, and I hated school. Anxiety came from a young age: I was a “perfect student” because I was scared to speak up or to give a wrong answer. I froze during a history presentation in the eighth grade. No words escaped my mouth. I wrote nothing for an essay in the ninth grade, turning in a blank page. No words were on the paper. My teachers let me — more like made me — try again. I’m grateful for that now. For their forgiveness. And my own, as I speak now, as I keep on writing now.

Forgive past silence:
Now the river flows boldly
O’er eroded stones