Remember that moment in class? Knees weak, arms heavy, one shot, Mom's spaghetti? When you stepped out in front of all your gaping classmates, the single sheet of paper with your notes trembling in your hands? And then it was go time, and you had to present. To show whatever you were meant to learn… Continue reading Intro
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