<p>In 10th grade I threw up during my Social Studies class. I asked the teacher if I could go to the nurse at the beginning of class, but he said that I could go after he got class started.
About 3 minutes into class I stood up and walked to the front of the room… and then it happened, in front of everyone. Then, it happened again when I was opening the door, and it got all over the knob and window. Then when I got into the hall, I managed to throw up one last time onto the hallway floor. Everyone turned away, and I was absolutely humiliated.
About 20 minutes later I had to come back to the class WITH my mom to get my books(having your mom come into your class is bad enough) , and when I walked in, it still hadn’t been cleaned up and all my classmates had their shirts pulled up over their noses. This happened in September, and I could still smell it until February.
It was terrible. Going back to that class the next day was the most nerve wrecking thing ever.
I think everyone forgot though, thank god.</p>