Texas 7th Grade ELA Question of the Day

I stood at the front of the classroom clutching my poster on the water cycle. The room seemed suddenly bigger than usual; the clock ticked and my friends looked both familiar and far. Mrs. Nguyen nodded for me to begin. My hands were sweaty and I spoke fast. I rushed through evaporation and condensation, and when I pointed to the drawing, the marker squeaked. Someone coughed. I wanted to sound confident, but my voice kept bouncing like a rubber ball on tile. When I finished, there was a small pause and then some claps. I sat down, wondering if anyone could tell how nervous I was.