the thin line between optimism and delusion…

I am afraid of my Evidence teacher – Carlson. Well, afraid is wrong. I care. A feeling I haven’t had since first semester of last year. This class makes me nervous. I think part of it is that I wish I could be good in the court room, but my nerves get the best of me. And Carlson conducts class like a courtroom – lots of role playing, etc. And I get nervous. I still of course volunteer – it is compulsive, but my heart starts to beat faster, and I can’t breath, and I kinda tremble. I’m going to make one hell of a litigator.