• My freshman year I was assigned to do a Shakespeare monologue for Theatre. Well, not many people know that despite my theatric ambitions, I have horrible stage fright. So at the end of the class, I'm praying that the teacher waits until the next day. He manages to look up at me, and I swear he could sence my fear, so with a big 'ol smile he calls my name. I scramble up on stage and I start shaking and swearing like a whore in church, then I manage to start with the first few lines. Then, my mind goes blank. So I just start improving almost ever sentence and some how "We sat on the sands together, watching the sails billow" turns into "We went to the beach to billow in the the sands." And that's just as far as I can remember. x.o It was awful.