my calculus teacher did little senior year jokey biographies of people as a big powerpoint on the last day. he was well loved, venerable, yet also slightly … odd. sharp, but vaguely weird. he separated people into basically informal friend groups [with multiple people on the same slide] and people who were the sort of weird alone people. i was one of the alone people. and he said i slept all the time for some reason, i was very sleep deprived but very anxious.
i was sleep deprived all of school really, it started so fucking early, terribly unfair to anybody’s sleep schedule
upon typing this I suppose it isn’t the Worst but it’s still not a fun way to end
I passed out during a test and my teacher told everyone it’s okay, I’m faking it. I woke up all confused and asked to go to the nurse, and Teach said “you think I’ll let you make up the test you’re skipping?”
I went to the main building (weird school, I believe I was in 9th) and to the nurse. I dunno what happened from there. Suddenly I was in a doctor’s office and they took a drop of blood from my finger. That hurt and I don’t like needles.
Then they took SOOOO MUCH BLOOD. Like three vials. I was so confused.
I guess my hemoglobin count, or whatever, was like seven? Apparently that’s pretty bad. They took all that blood to test for leukemia. Negative, luckily. I had to take iron pills that turned my poop black.
The teacher let me re-take the test once I had more oxygen in my brain.
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My college graphics design teacher called us all “butts” and wouldn’t let us use computers for the week.
…we were butts.