Irrational Delirium
Scars
I had just finished running laps in my fifth grade gym class, so I walked to go sit in the middle in the gym, like we always do after we run. I went to sit near my friend. Everyone had finished running laps at that point, and the teacher had started talking. Suddenly, the ground under me didn’t feel so steady anymore. I started to become nervous. I gasped as black specks appeared in my vision while trying to blink them away. My friend was asking me if I was okay, and I said everything was fine as I tried to scoot back inconspicuously to find something solid to hold on to. Suddenly my vision went completely dark. I have agoraphobia. Agoraphobia is the fear of large open spaces, so I have issues with being outside …show more content…
He had been my teacher last year and the year before and he was one of my favorite teachers. “Um, yeah.” I managed to stammer. My faltering voice gave it away that I was truly not okay, but he didn’t question me. “Okay, go to the health room if you need to, but otherwise get a drink from the bubbler and come back to class when you’re feeling better.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I shakily walked towards the bubbler. The cool water felt good on my face and my jittering started to disappear. I decided that I would stay out of class as long as I was able to; I didn’t want to feel like that ever again. My teacher started to walk towards the door, her face unreadable. She is an extremely proud person and she always had confidence in her step, so essentially, she was scary. “Why did you run out while I was talking?” She sounded irritated, but the look on her face was that of confusion and a kind of curiosity. I apologized quickly, not wanting her to get angry with me, but she kept the same odd look on her face. “Are you sure you’re okay?” The expression on her face was continuously vacillating between concern, confusion and frustration. “Y-Yeah..” I spoke nervously, partially because of her indecisive emotional state, and partially because I just had a panic attack. “Come back into the gym then, we’re practicing volleyball. You can choose your partner.” As I cautiously stepped
Scars
I had just finished running laps in my fifth grade gym class, so I walked to go sit in the middle in the gym, like we always do after we run. I went to sit near my friend. Everyone had finished running laps at that point, and the teacher had started talking. Suddenly, the ground under me didn’t feel so steady anymore. I started to become nervous. I gasped as black specks appeared in my vision while trying to blink them away. My friend was asking me if I was okay, and I said everything was fine as I tried to scoot back inconspicuously to find something solid to hold on to. Suddenly my vision went completely dark. I have agoraphobia. Agoraphobia is the fear of large open spaces, so I have issues with being outside …show more content…
He had been my teacher last year and the year before and he was one of my favorite teachers. “Um, yeah.” I managed to stammer. My faltering voice gave it away that I was truly not okay, but he didn’t question me. “Okay, go to the health room if you need to, but otherwise get a drink from the bubbler and come back to class when you’re feeling better.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I shakily walked towards the bubbler. The cool water felt good on my face and my jittering started to disappear. I decided that I would stay out of class as long as I was able to; I didn’t want to feel like that ever again. My teacher started to walk towards the door, her face unreadable. She is an extremely proud person and she always had confidence in her step, so essentially, she was scary. “Why did you run out while I was talking?” She sounded irritated, but the look on her face was that of confusion and a kind of curiosity. I apologized quickly, not wanting her to get angry with me, but she kept the same odd look on her face. “Are you sure you’re okay?” The expression on her face was continuously vacillating between concern, confusion and frustration. “Y-Yeah..” I spoke nervously, partially because of her indecisive emotional state, and partially because I just had a panic attack. “Come back into the gym then, we’re practicing volleyball. You can choose your partner.” As I cautiously stepped