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Raise Your Hand不再做课堂上的胆小鬼 　　In schools across the world， youll find an incredible genus1） of student who possess the enviable ability to participate in classroom discussion， seemingly without any hesitation. Its bold―sitting there in class just gabbing2） about valence electrons3） or delivering some pithy4） analysis of Antigone5） while 30 or so pairs of eyeballs stare， totally prepared to judge. But Im almost positive that people who are capable of speaking up dont see it as boldness at all. Its whatever for them， you know？ Theyre simply talking， ostensibly6） with the same freeness， ease and assuredness7） that most of us have when chatting with friends or discussing extracurricular passions. 　　Slouched8） in whatever inconspicuous9） corner of the classroom that Id strategically chosen， I watched with a mix of reverence10） and resentment11） as these folks performed their magic， thinking： How the hell do they do that？ Why cant I do it？ All through each lecture， I was fine， enthusiastically taking notes， loving life and learning and school. But as soon as my professor started trying to facilitate12） a discussion， and especially if she started calling on people who werent raising their hands， all my happy， fantastic I love school vibes13） would instantly evaporate14）. 　　What was the problem？ Why was I so nervous？ The simplest answer is that I was scared of sounding15） or being perceived as stupid. Or， actually， not even stupid. I was afraid that people wouldnt think that I was super smart. I wanted to not only give the correct answer， but also say something totally insightful every time I spoke. I was told that I was a smart kid by teachers and family from the time I was in preschool， which of course felt good， but eventually started to stress me out. I felt expected to be that smart kid ALL THE TIME， and that thought was a burden that tied my stomach in knots and kept me silent during class. 　　My apprehensions16） grew when I got to college. Everyone who contributed t