I'm not really the type to keep my mouth shut. Or at least that's how I like to think of myself.
I've always likened not speaking up to the act of committing a petty crime. Most recently, the scene of the crime has been in class.
Sometimes an idea comes into my head and it circles around and around like a dog looking for a place to sit, waiting for that perfect place to sink
itself into the discussion.
I get myself into the jumping-into-the-cold-pool syndrome--and I think to myself:
"OK, now...now I'll jump in..."
and I feel my muscles get ready to go, but then something in me holds back.
The words echo inside my head, growing bigger and louder, becoming a murky soup of sounds that only I can hear.
Sometimes an idea comes into my head and it circles around and around like a dog looking for a place to sit, waiting for that perfect place to sink
itself into the discussion.
