I stood up, with anticipation flowing through my veins, and French numbers running through my head.
The overwhelming expectation to do well consumed me, even if it was just a game. The simple game wasn’t worth anything-but my personal expectations were high. I had to prove to myself that I knew these, while still being competitive.
I thought back to the disappointed looks of the teacher when she realized we hadn’t been studying, and wanted to redeem myself. While I could only control myself, I wanted to encourage others. We were in this together-through the ups and mispronunciations-whether or not we wanted to be.
Did you win the game?
I wish. I was one of the last ones, so at least I have that.
Yay! I’m so glad you’re doing the challenge this year!
I know! I am so excited to do it and am up for the challenge, yet again!