![]() ![]() Maybe the test went better than I remember. I know I’m going to fall over the moment I stand up. I absorb, like, zero percent of the lesson-my stomach is sloshing and my feet are unsteady on the ground. I make it through the whole period, somehow. I’d forgotten we were getting our midterms back until Ramirez dropped a stack of papers on her desk and the entire room tilted as we all remembered what day it is. ![]() “I know you’re all anxious to get your exams back and you will, but we’ve got to get through class first, so take a seat.”Īnxious. Ramirez yells from the front of the class. “Settle down, everyone, settle down,” Ms. People take their seats around me and I’m caught in a whirlpool, getting dizzier and dizzier, my seat looking farther and farther away and I can’t believe I’m about to pass out in the middle of math.Īnd here I was thinking math couldn’t get any worse. I steady my feet the best I can and walk into class, navigating the rows of desks like they’re choppy waves. I open them again and focus my eyes on my usual seat, like looking at the horizon when you get motion sick on a boat. I squeeze my eyes shut to make the dizziness stop. ![]()
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