Hey,

Nothing much happened for the first week of the semester—pretty chill, actually. It would've been more chill if not because of the 'Introduce Yourself in a Creative Way' activity and the likes.

Speaking in front of my classmates and teachers drained a lot of energy from me. My heart was racing so fast, it took a lot of effort to breathe properly. I was so sweaty and my face was flush. That's why I spent a good amount of time in front, just staring at their faces, unable to speak. Then, my teacher and some of my classmates encouraged me to talk which made me feel pressured to speak. More so when some of my classmates, specifically the group of boys at the back, started laughing.

So, I pushed myself to speak and start talking. And because of the nerves, of course, I freaking stuttered! The moment it happened, I just want to disappear! I even prayed to God if I could just assume to heaven like Mary.

It was so embarrassing! I felt so stupid! And the laughing did not help at all, good thing Ms. Simpson stopped them.

When the laughs and mocks subsided, the teacher encouraged me to continue my acrostic of my name—as it was the most creative thing I could think of that time.

E is for Eager as I always push myself to be better;
I is for Imaginative since I am creative and I love activities that showcase my creative side like arts and literature related stuff; and
D is for Dependable because I am reliable, especially in groupworks and the likes.

I was actually planning to complete my name: EIDNIUET, but then I decided to just stick with my nickname because I was already dying to leave and go back to my seat.

When I was done, I headed to my seat while my head was lowered to avoide my classmates' eyes. As I am still embarrassed and I know that some of them were still making fun of me.

And I wasn't wrong. As my butt touches my seat, I heard the guys the back, chuckling and whispering. They were making fun of me and my acrostic—they even changed the words: embarrassing, idiotic, and defective.

My heart raced as I want to fight back. My blood was boiling and went up to my head. I was infuriated.

I glared at them and said, "Are you guys crazy?" Yes, that was the best insult or clapback I thought of that time. Which also, made things worse as they used it mock me.

Now, every freaking time they see me, they will suddenly say, "Are you crazy?" in exaggeratedly slow and soft way. And even the students on the other section knew about it so yeah, are you crazy became my 'iconic' line instantly—in a bad way.

You see? It was a nice first week! I was off to a good start.

-Eid