Fears-Revised

I reach the door and my knees wobble.
I enter class knowing that I'll be called on-
and it happens. The professor calls name.
I know that my is face red and
my voice is shaky- uncertain.
My fears come to the forefront of my mind.
Will they laugh at me? Is my answer wrong?
How can I get out of this situation?
Everyone looks at me, waiting for my answer.
I mumble something quietly,
hoping I answered sufficiently-
hoping I answered correctly.
Eventually, another name is called-
and I am set free.

Saturday Morning- Revised

The sun peers in the room through the blinds, greeting us. Even though it is late morning, it is quiet. Everyone is still asleep from the late Friday night antics. The string of lights above my bed calm me. My mind is awake, but I am not ready to get out of bed. The warmth from under my blankets, and the soft sheets against my skin are too comforting for me to leave. My homework sits on my desk, waiting to be done, but dreamland is begging me to stay. The desire to stay in bed for ten more minutes outweighs the oncoming need to read about statistic formulas. I roll over and hesitantly look at the clock, and I'm relieved to see it's earlier than I expected. I roll back over, only to notice my roommate has done the same. Saturday mornings are a time of rest, and not a time of stress.