when you are taught by your fellow student

Can you feel somebody’s heartbeat from a distance? What about somebody’s mind and what he or she’s thinking? Have you ever dreamed to have such ability, a weird and eerie ability? If I can have such, I’m a genius by then, like Professor X or an insane person trying to reach the stars just for that dream.
This could be a topic-starter quite unmatched to this simple topic “...when you are taught by a fellow student.” I’ll try to share this to you because if you were on my shoe, you could have also thought of the same thing.
During the Know Your School Day, I tried to apply a certain position and that’s being a teacher in Computer 1, but unfortunately I haven’t made even just the application. I have got a lot of things to do and I lost time for this, they say special, stuff. So I remained as a student during the Know Your School Day celebration and that is for two days.
Sometimes, when I've got nothing to do but to listen to the one discussing at the front, I can’t help myself imagining if I was the one on the of the people at the front.
I tried to look at them straight at the eyes when it’s their turn to speak. Their irises contain almost the same things. There you can see the tension flowing in every of their nerves; the patience at the left hand which is trying to control the anger the right hand is gripping due to some students not listening.
But there was a different thing when it was my crush’ turn to take the floor. Unlike the other student teachers, I can’t see anything in her eyes which means shivering of her nerves. It was only her self confidence that I can see. Instead, I was the one feeling nervous for her.
First thing that entered my mind was will she make it through? Every cell of my body was on panic. Good, they soon found their places. Five hundred cells were praying, another two hundred prepared the dictionary and the thesaurus for every word she might forget, three hundred prepared my eyes, ears and air passages, and all the rest, guarded my heart and lungs for any arrests. Quite exaggerating for me to count every cell but that’s exactly what I feel deep inside. When she ended speaking, my cells were relieved of the tension in my nerves which was released out from my body as a fragrant carbon dioxide from my anus. Oh, I haven’t thought right away how disgusting my release to the one at the back was.
Through this, I knew that being a teacher could never be as simple as I thought earlier. Although I wasn’t able to experience how to neither be a teacher nor even applied to be such even for just several days, I still got the point what the event is trying to mean, by those who experienced.
Kudos!