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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