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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