Post by Mahlena-Rae J.

A wave of impostor syndrome crashed over Jordan, as she became aware of the fact that this was the same room Casey had delivered his speech from two days ago. Casey, the literal giant—compared to Jordan’s small frame—who played football at Stanford, then topped that feat by earning degrees in Oxford and New Haven. Of course, it was easy for him to be awesome, compared to her scraping by at Boston University as a philosophy major. Casey had enchanted the audience with inspirational tales of Olympic athletes he roomed with in his sophomore year. Was Jordan supposed to entertain the crowd with a joke about Confucius, Simone de Beauvoir, and bell hooks walking into a bar, so low that only Dante could walk over it? As the curtains drew back and the spotlight fell on her, Jordan hesitated. She desperately wanted to begin flawlessly, setting the right tone for the launch. She thought of her practiced opening lines, but anxiety gripped her like a vice. •••••••••• Whom are you comparing yourself to? And why? Tell me in the comments. ⤵️