The panic ran through me as I slowly turned in my seat. My Chemistry teacher had just asked if anyone had an allergy, and it seemed like all eyes were on me, but why? It’s not like they knew.
I mentally scanned every person within range until one name caught my attention: Jacobin2206! His face brightened up when he noticed my turn towards him too – what was this guy doing here anyway? The rest of the class shifted uncomfortably around us while we waited anxiously for his response- “Nope.” He pronounced quickly before disappearing behind somebody else who happened upon a glance at be passing by our desks.
I’d been friends with Jake online for almost five years but never dared to meet him in person. His previous profile pictures were a little incriminating. However, a quick Google search revealed nothing about the honest Jake except his general location & age, nothing else. I’m not naïve enough to believe that this meant he didn’t have a past, though; quite the contrary.
I put up my hand to ask a question, but the first thing that came into mind was how this would affect our discussion. It made sense when they said we were going to experiment using nuts and not a shock at all because, after 15 years of being allergic, I’ve come accustomed to it just living in New York City forever changes you! There’s nothing left for me anymore – even if someone hands feed squirrels ice cream or walks their dog while carrying tortoises on leashes it doesn’t phase me anymore since everything has become part of normality now.
My teacher agreed that the two people in my class who were allergic to peanuts and tree nuts wouldn’t have done any lab work. Just like I thought, it was canceled because we’re not eating those kinds of stuff anyway! The boy with me can take his friend’s results from last year; he’ll figure out how they did by studying together over Skype or something like technology nowadays.
My science teacher finally came up with an answer after trying hard during our meeting today – she said there would be no need for us three students (including myself)to participate in the project at all because of our conditions. We would have to be working on something else instead so the class won’t miss out, like giving up playing games for a week?
It’s not like I’m honest or anything – well, that’s not true, but come on, it’s not like I’d deny this fact either. I got my privacy to think about, too, before anyone else does.
It wasn’t even my choice in the first place to make me ‘Jacobin2206’ online; it was forced upon me by circumstances beyond my control. What matters is that I’ve learned how to manage myself properly over the years despite everything-I know how far I can venture without slipping up.
I will write about what happens on the day because it will be more complicated than just heading over to our local library. The entire classroom might become contaminated with my deathly allergic reaction, but like always, I shall figure out how and handle things for fear never panics us all into believing there’s no solution at hand when one does exist after all! As soon as class starts up again, tomorrow-I’m liable (and very excited) to leap across tables inviting everyone around here to meet each other officially, finally meet new faces, greets old friend greets one last time. It’s part of my master plan for this year to meet new people and make lasting impressions (and friends)for the better.
I will not let the peanut gallery stop me from moving on ahead with my goals-no more being passive-aggressive or coming up with reasons to get out of things just because I’m shy. That’s how I became this big mess in the first place! Time for working on finding a way to bring it all back together to make this year worth looking forward to.