I step into the room and suddenly sense that they all know my secret and I immediately become paranoid. The doctors said real life scenarios might help me improve, so here I am in Ms. Serensky’s AP English 12 8th period class. I tentatively take the end seat, and notice everyone’s eyes on me as I attempt to ignore their glances. I shrink and shrink until my huge Indian body seems to have withered away to nothing. The class discussion begins and everyone takes turns talking, and this quickly turns into panic inside me because “I been silent so long now it's gonna roar out of me like floodwaters”(8). But I can not let them know that I am not actually a deaf mute. That would ruin everything I have worked so hard to create and the same situation applies here as in the ward, right? So I just stare straight ahead and attempt to not react to any comments said and brush off the kid called Henry sitting next to me that keeps blurting out “I DISAGREE!” at everyone. At one point he even turns straight at me and says his signature phrase, and I use all my self control to not turn and say it straight back to him. The chaos continues as I let myself “get lost” in the fog that has slowly been drifting in throughout the entire class period (23). The last twenty minutes seems like days as the fog covers my eyes and I suddenly notice my single desk floating away from the rest of the class. The day only worsens as the discussion turns in a direction about mental health care and I still have to control myself and look off blankly into the distance as I am forced to listen to these naïve students that know only bare, unfeeling facts about the matter. I somehow make it through the class, and suddenly I wake up in my normal bed in the ward but have no recollection of how I got there. The fog is still so thick that the past English class seems like some distant dream as I looks back….”But it's the truth even if it didn't happen”(8). 
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