A Rant: Sick, and Haveil Havalim #301 (not sick of)
I hate being sick. Actually, who likes being sick? But I remember, when I was little (now I'm...bigger), still in grade school, I hated and feared school so much that I wanted to be sick, so that I could just stay home and feel the comfort and security of my mother (a"h) puttering around in the kitchen. I remember how I panicked on a Saturday night, and then felt so relieved when I realized that I still had another day of reprieve--Sunday--as I was prone to anxiety attacks the night before school days, and on school mornings, too. I was afraid of...everything: not getting up on time and being late for school. Being the 'outcast' in school and ignored, or worse--being laughed at and humiliated. Failing tests. Being called on in class and not knowing the answer to the question, and thus being laughed at again, by my classmates. Well, as I mentioned above (take that, English teacher; "never begin a sentence with 'well'"), I am sick. Now, ther...