I lost a dare and had to begrudgingly attend my first cultural day. There wasn’t anything stopping me from attending other than my general unwillingness to follow the rules and be part of the school community. I was also quite irritated that I didn’t stay at home – such a great opportunity to miss school was wasted on attending a ‘cultural day’ that had no obvious …show more content…
The teacher must have forgotten to ask for my permission, as I was completely oblivious as to why I was being called until she had stated the reason. It wasn’t an easy task, picking up my notebook and walking to the front. While I knew that there were footsteps all around me as students tried to shove around one another to find a seat that could hide them from the prying eyes of the staff, the auditorium felt deafeningly silent. Suffocating. It was difficult to focus on what the teachers were talking about and I had to force myself to try and grab every word uttered to not get mentally lost. Not that my strategy to keep myself grounded worked – my stomach wouldn’t stop turning and my hands refused to stop trembling unless I gripped the notebook as though my life depends on