I should have seen this coming….  

So in Psychology class, we are talking about anxiety and how it differs from fear, and I’m relatively clam even though it’s like reading about my life.

But then my teacher is like “Okay, everybody put your computers away safely, move the tables and form a circle!”

And at that point I could feel my heart racing forward and I was like “shit”, so I find Charlotte and cling to her, and bury my face in her jacket, and my teacher is being strangely vague and then he says “Ok, NOW FIGHT!” and everybody is laughing nervously and I’m seriously having a breakdown.
Then he is like “ok, now take your pulse everyone” and I don’t even have to because I’m almost squeezing the life out of Charlotte and crying and it was horrible. I could hear my own heartbeat.

Then the others explain how they felt, and that they were nervous, and shit, and then I have to leave because I am starting to hyperventilate and I am sobbing heavily.

And at the end of class, my teacher comes over and quietly asks if I’m okay, and I nod.
“Was it because of this exercise thing?” he then asks.
“Yeah, I’ve had this anxiety since kindergarten, it’s cool”
then he’s like “oh, sorry, I didn’t know, I should have asked before hand!”
and I’m like “nah, it’s cool, I should have just left when I started freaking out”
“….well, now I know for future reference”
and then there was an awkward moment, because he truly looked sad and looked like he wanted to hug me, and there was a table between us, and I just looked around nervously and was like “well… bye!” and left.

what is my life, really.