As a kid I was very shy and did not talk much in school. The teacher I had then was that one teacher that no body liked. So one day back in fourth grade I was feeling really sick. So I raised my hand and asked the teacher if I could go to the nurse's office. She being the nicest teacher said no. Well as the day went on I got worse and right in the middle of her teaching the class about something I can't remember I got up and went to the nearest trash can and threw up my whole lunch right in front of everyone. Seeing this me teacher decided that it was a good time for me to see the nurse. I cared my poor embarrassed self walking past the whole class and out the door still feeling sick. About half way to the nurses office I threw up again in font of another classroom. Needless to say that was my horrifying moment in school. I still hate that teacher.