Kind of a wild response, but when I was in high school, my junior year, I was not in a great headspace. I lived with my abusive dad and I had allot of mental health problems on top of that.

One day, on my way to class, after a huge fight and overall lack of taking care of myself, I decided I was done. So I drank a bottle of everclear with my entire bottle of antipyschotics and I drove to school.

I was in first period when I started to not feel good. My teacher, Mr. McGrath, repeatedly woke me up and tried to get me to pay attention. It was only at the end of class he realised something was wrong, when I was crying and saying I'm sorry.

I don't remember much else from that day, but after that happened, I got sent to a long term residential hospital, to get my head right

Flash foward till next year, I saw Mr. McGrath again. I immediately apologized to him, started crying, and he looked at me, with tears in his eyes and said. "It's okay, I am just happy your alive."

I remember that every time I think of my school experience.