School
My mom’s car pulls up to the giant brick building
Another day will go to waste
I take my time getting out of the car
Is there a point for me to be here?
Or is this just a punishment
And my crime is not knowing enough
I walk into the building
I can feel my anxiety shoot up like a thermometer when something is too hot
I keep my eyes down so I can collect enough courage to talk to someone
The popular girls look at me and smirk
What did I forget?
I wore my best clothes
My hair is brushed
Everything is fine
But it doesn’t feel like it
I start to panic
1st period
I take it easy
All I have to do is run
Today was the day where I have to embarrass myself as I struggle to run around the gym
I say I just want to tie my shoe
But really my lungs burn with such pain I can’t take it
I look at the other girls
They run like it’s nothing
I look at the guys
Smirking and laughing as a pretend to tie my shoe
2nd period
Typing class
Easy
But the smart kids stare as I mess up
Meanwhile as all of this is happening my anxiety is like a bear
It’s roaring for me to break down but I can’t
Not with people watching
3rd period
I get a problem wrong
The class laughs
And the teacher wonders why I don’t say anything
I get a problem wrong
And the teacher goes off
I sit silent, watching the clock as I pray for lunch to be soon
Lunch
I don’t eat
All I can think about is how I have three projects, 7 pages of notes, 3 books to read and a test to study for
I’ll never have time to finish
Anxiety shoots through me again, this time not a bear but a shark
Ready to take me under the water and destroy me
4-6 period
Work
Work
Work
Work
Anxiety
Work
Work
The final bell rings
A sudden flow of clam rushes over me
I’m freed
Until tomorrow
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