FRIDA
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The rest of the class passed by in a blur. This was not good for me, nothing happening around me was good for me.
This subject used to be my favorite. I used to be a star in the class and I never hesitated to shine.
Mrs Sander loved to ask me questions because she loved how passionately I spoke about topics in Economics, how I poured my ears, eyes and heart into her lectures, and took notes with a bright smile on my face.
But today, everything changed.
I was nervous throughout the class, shivering as though I had caught a fever. I could not fix my eyes on the board, nor could I focus on anything that was being said. If I continued like this, in this manner and pace, I was going to fail Economics.
I buried my eyes into my notebook, I could not bring myself to pen down
