In 4th year university, we had a year-long seminar course of 15ish students. Our big end of year project was to give a 3-hour lecture on one of the historical figures we’d studied.

One guy got up there and was so nervous he blasted through his content in less than an hour, without hardly taking a breath. Nobody could understand him, the prof didn’t step in to tell him to slow down, and he was sweating so profusely his shirt was soaked through.

I felt really bad for him, but oh god.