Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the parent orientation buzzed in my ears, amplifying the disquiet that had been growing inside me. I had to sit there, pretending to be happy, while the principal talked about the school, and all I could see was Ms. Harding’s face. She was still teaching!

My hands were clammy, and my palms felt like they were actively trying to sweat. I focused on the podium, trying to control the erratic rhythm of my breathing. All of a sudden, I felt the need to get out of the meeting. The pressure in my chest threatened to suffocate me.