So a shy kid (me) decides to enter a poetry contest. What you do is memorize two poems off of poetryoutloud.com 

My poems

All This and More

Much Madness is divinest sense

So there's only four people who wanted to this. Johnny our 3 (now 4) in a row winner and two other girls. I'm sitting here hating on Johnny and then I realize he's a cool dude. And I'm regretting this stereotype look and attitude.

Like fudge. I'm sorry John.

Anyway I have to go second on reading out loud. Anxiety is not here, it's far away. So I get up there. I nail it 8/8 score. Sit down we all take a break. Then Johnny whispers to me "great job" and that's when crap hits the fan. Anxiety is all like:

I'm herrrrreeeeeeeeeee

My second round, I was studdering, I repeated lines, and i even had to ask for a hint. I had the whole thing memorized I was rocking the beginning and then I glanced at Johnny. "Great job". I got 1/8.

I made third. Would've been fourth if second place didnt tie.