While the professor was teaching the students in the classroom, I was shaking with agony. There were terrible jolts of pain going throughout my body. I had the impression that I was going to lose myself. It didn’t go on for too long until the teacher finally noticed what I was doing. Mrs. Hill my math teacher walked over to my desk in a swift content to maneuver me in thought of me intentionally distracting the class. She hollered directly in my ear, “David! Why are you interrupting the class?” She really believed that I was acting in a way to get attention. I had nothing to say. The pain hurt so bad that I had to ignore the professor and deal with my spasm like movements. “If she only knew” I thought in my mind. She took my silence as my way to further interrupt the class. “Since you’re obviously the silent type then you can be silent in the principals’ office, not in here”. She went to get a pink slip from inside her desk, she then handed it to me. She totally ignored the face that I was sweating in a horribly defined manner. She never even noticed. The anguish was so bad that I was nearly on the brink of crying in front of my peers. I knew I couldn’t so I held it in. I took the lame excuse for a punishment and started walking slowly to my destination. The place I arrived at was not the main office but it was the nursery. When I walked through the door the nurse discovered caught site of my physical torment and responded to it. “Oh my Lord, what’s wrong with you.” I was soaked and both my arms and legs were shaking. A soon started to get light headed. “I need help now” I told the nurse. I got light headed. The last thing I remember was the nurse rushing to me. As I opened my eyes for the first time I wondered where I was. It seemed that I was on a hospital bed. I laid pitifully on my closest environment to death I thought. To my right was my mother. My hand was being held in a fierce manner. My mother took notice of my awakening and leaned on me to give me a large loving hug. There was a burst of tears that came from her eyes. For the first time ever I was witnessing my mothers’ first tears. I responded to my mothers’ sincerity, “I love you mom.” My mother retaliated in a heartily manner, “What happened? The doctor said that you had some type of stroke. I told her everything. She had a look of sorrow and remorse in her eyes. I was disappointed when I saw such a look of distress. From that point I made a vow to never let my mother have a look ever again. I later found out that this case that I had was called “tick”. In a doctors point of view I would never outgrow it.