My Thoughts On The Teacher 's Voice

1286 WordsOct 4, 20166 Pages
Sitting in class my stomach was twisting inside me, the teacher 's voice was a dull buzz, background noise to my thoughts. Anxiety rose like bile in my throat and made it hard to breathe. I couldn 't stop thinking about it, i was finally going to tell someone. The thought of telling made my stomach nearly combust, but i had been keeping this in for far too long. The air was so hot and damp in the classroom, it only made my anxiety worse and no matter how hard i tried i couldn 't focus on the lecture, all i could hope was that the teacher didn 't pick up on how i haven 't been listening since the second the class started. It was only second period and i felt like i was going insane, i had to wait till the end of the day to talk to my…show more content…
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