My brain is a shitty racecar

During an inconspicuous math class in my final year of highschool I suddendly had enough of going in front of the classroom to solve a math problem. I love math, was good at it, but doing it live doesn't sit well with mathematical anxiety. When it was my turn the teacher asked “Marcus, want to go in front please?” Then it hit me that that's a question. So I gathered my guts while my heart was racing and replied “Would you mind if I said I'd rather not?” The teacher laughed and said “Yeah that's fine.” My classmates' minds were blown. I didn't need to go in front for the rest of the year with which he made me king. I loved him; we always appreciated each other's humour.