The day passed so quickly that I didn't even realize that it was evening and I should start getting ready for going out tonight. All day I presented the projects that must be handed in at the end of each semester and to say that I am tired is an understatement. I am mentally exhausted. It is the period that I hate the most during college. I have to present in front of colleagues who don't even know my name, and in front of teachers, and speaking is not exactly my strong point. Many would say that I should have gotten used to it by now since I do this every year, but it's not like that. It is very difficult to talk to foreigners and the fact that I have to present the projects vocally is a great pressure for me. This leads me to think that tonight I will have to talk to Jerry. A man
