Poem & Art: Maria Ghiran | VII B
English Teacher: Laura Pamfiloiu
I choke on my words as I try and speak through the anxiety in my throat my hands start to shake as the pit in my stomach travels to my feet.
I feel paralyzed and numb. my thoughts are going too quickly as I try and process the answer to what she just asked me.
what did she ask me again?
the light from the screen drowns my face and I glide my finger over the mic button.
i push the words out of my mouth hoping some sort of sentence will form.
you’d think i would have gotten used to it now, doing online school.
i open my mouth and my cheeks burn hot and the tears start to slide down my face.
it shouldn’t have to be like this.
