October 1995-October 1996
I lived in such terror of having another public panic attack that I would have dropped out of school if it hadn’t been for the school counselor, Mrs. Cohen. She liked me, I’m still not sure why. She sat me down and showed me how close I was to graduating. She let me drop most of my classes for the first semester. This gave me a chance to breathe. During the second semester, I missed too much school to graduate on stage but I scraped by in all of my classes, at least one of which I should have failed.
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