Since school let out in May, I kept telling myself I wanted to end summer on an exciting note. I wanted to do something I had never done before. However, the days flew by, and after a long and very normal summer, I found myself at a friend’s house downtown on my last summer night — a fun party, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Suddenly, I noticed that I was truly not feeling well. It was one of those moments when you can just tell you are about to throw up. I distanced myself from my friends in order not to gross them out when I hurled. Just a few minutes later, I am passed out on the grass facing up at the night stars. Even though my friends saw me lying down, they simply thought I was stargazing. I was not.
You know that feeling you get when your foot falls asleep? Well, to get an idea of my condition, multiply by ten and apply to the whole body. I began to hyperventilate and was going downhill fast when my friends finally came to check on me. Realizing that I was not actually stargazing and in fact needed help, they called 911.
After being hoisted into the ambulance, I started to think about my summer goal to do something I had never done before. This was not what I had in mind. Plus, my ride in the ambulance was not nearly as fun as I had always imagined it would be. I learned that I had had a panic attack, no doubt because junior year was just one day away.
Isn’t that just like school? Sends a man to the Emergency Room before the very first day of classes.