“Okay,” I let out a deep breath, readying myself to delve into the memories that I try to keep locked up.
“What was the final straw?” she asks.
“My history teacher being a condescending ass.”
To my surprise, Dr. Stacey blurts out a laugh. “I’m sorry, that isn’t very professional but it’s just that I remember having a teacher like that when I was in college. I wanted to punch him on a good day, so I can only imagine what you must have felt like on one of your bad days.”
“For days, I had begun to feel agitated over nothing. I just felt like at any moment I was going to explode, a ticking time bomb. Little things would cause me to react so irrationally. That morning I hadn’t been able to find my keys. I had yelled at my mom and thrown my book bag at the front door. In my mind, I was askin
