Before It Boils Over
The moment Ms Haverstock said “group project,” Priya felt her stomach drop.
She already knew how it would go. Jordan would take over, Callum would do nothing, and somehow Priya would end up redoing half the work the night before it was due.
Last time, she had snapped at Jordan in front of everyone and spent the rest of the day feeling awful about it. She did not want that again.
Ms Haverstock read out the groups. Same three. Priya pressed her lips together and stared at her desk.
Then she noticed it — the familiar tightness in her chest, the way her jaw had gone stiff. These were her warning signs. She had only learned to spot them recently, and even now it felt strange to catch herself in the middle of it. Her body was already reacting before anything bad had even happened.
She had a name for this feeling now: a trigger. It was not the group project itself that set her off — it was the memory of what had happened last time, the anticipation of being ignored or left to do everything alone. Knowing that made a small difference.
It meant the feeling had a reason, even if the reason was not entirely fair to Jordan and Callum, who had not actually done anything yet.
Priya thought about what she could do before the tension built any further. She had practised this. She took one slow breath, let it out, and made a quiet decision: she would say what she needed early, before she got frustrated enough to say it badly.
The three of them pulled their chairs together. Jordan immediately reached for the planning sheet.
“Actually,” Priya said, keeping her voice steady, “can we split up the sections first
so everyone knows what they are doing?”
Jordan paused, then shrugged. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
It was not a dramatic moment. Nobody congratulated her. But Priya felt the tightness in her chest loosen just slightly — not because the project was going to be perfect, but because she had caught the feeling before it caught her.
She still watched Callum scribble his name on the easiest section. She still felt a flicker of irritation. But it stayed a flicker. It did not boil over.
By the end of the session, they had a plan. It was not the most equal plan Priya had ever seen, but it was something. She had contributed her ideas without raising her voice, without walking away, and without that heavy, regretful feeling she usually carried home.
On the walk to her next class, she thought: it had not been about staying calm by pretending nothing bothered her. It had been about noticing the warning signs early enough to choose what happened next. That, she was starting to realise, was the whole point.
Check your vocabulary knowledge
- anticipation n.
- a feeling of expecting something, often with worry or unease.
- tension n.
- a state of stress or unease building up inside a person or situation.
- trigger n.
- something that sets off a strong emotional reaction, often from past experience.
- irritation n.
- a feeling of mild but building annoyance or frustration.
- contributed v.
- added something useful to a shared effort or conversation.