(Ah. At last.)
There's one pleasant thing about having all class stare at you while you talk - you get to dress up. At least I love to do so, I mean, if I have to go out, I want to be pretty. And there are two things in particular I tend to be excited about - my little black dress, because it's little and black, no joke; an old secondhand shop find that brought me much joy over the years - and black thermo-leggings with ruffles that looks like you have a skirt; a gift my sister received and didn't want.
I had my presentation. I was pretty. I survived.
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