Around 12:30pm, my stomach started flip-flopping; I was a bundle of twelve emotions at once. Nine minutes until the end of 6th period — forever. When it was all over, and the bell had rung and they’d cleared out at last, I stood, paralyzed, next to the bookcase. And I couldn’t help but smile. Dr. C. came in and saw me, and immediately said I looked, “beatific.” Which I guess means I was beaming. He said it was the happiest he’d ever seen me look within the walls of the school.