The War in My Brain

There were days that I struggled to get myself motivated to go to class.  It was the fear, rather than laziness or sleepiness that kept me away.  I couldn’t make myself face the unseen demon: contamination.

Going to class was in itself an ordeal.  There was never a time that I was late, when I went, which was honestly not as often as I would have liked.  I had to make sure that I got MY seat.  MY seat was usually the one on one of the extremes of the room and always at the end, never in the middle.  I had to be sure that I could make a quick getaway if anyone was to become “ill” in class or if I became too overwhelmed, which was difficult because I was overwhelmed as soon as I walked through the doors.

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