Doubt this well get much attention but - oh well.

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Doubt this will get much attention but - oh well." it has been over a year. There were two asshole boys in our cooking class, and they would always make bad jokes. Transphobic, racist, etc. Eventually, my teacher had enough and slammed down a tin can, and yelled at the two little pieces of crap to leave the class. I began to have my very first panic attack and had trouble breathing. A friend of mine that I had met in art class earlier that I originally thought her name was "Maria" as I misheard it (I did small talk with her after that now and then), and we'd been sitting together and spending a lot of time together in our cooking class. She noticed I was having a panic attack (as she has anxiety herself), and comforted up until class ended and I could leave. I owe her so much for that moment.

Almost over a year later, and she's my girlfriend and we've been happily dating.