>at uni
>professor says "I'm grouping you up to interpret this poem"
>get grouped up with 2 Staceys sitting near me
>they talk, I'm awkwardly silent for a few minutes
>professor says she'll call on every group for an answer
>Stacey 1 asks "hmm, anon what do you think the third stanza means?"
>know what it means in my head
>"I t-think he's uh trying to say the deeper meaning of what he's trying to say is..."
>totally sperg
>feel face turning red
>both staceys give a blank/slightly confused look
>Stacey 1 says "...u-oh"
>professor walks by
>Stacey 1 asks "what does the third stanza mean?"
MFW
>>35245801
What even happens?
>Have an answer eloquently prepared in my head
>Try to say it
>Something ungodly comes out
Is it the mouth, does the mouth malfunction? It all happens so fast.
I fucking hate this shit.
>at uni
>professor says "I'm grouping you up to interpret this poem"
What kind of clown college is this
>>35245836
I don't know man. Maybe we're thinking faster than we talk?
As soon as I hear myself trip up even the slightest bit I know it's over