The doctor handed me a pencil case next as we walked out the door. He pointed to the front and said, “That’s your schedule.” I looked at it, but it gave me no indication as to what my classes were. “So, what are my classes?” I asked, trying not to be rude. He just smiled and shook his head. He then escorted me to a room that said 101. He opened the door, and hesitantly, I walked in. A solemn, coed class stared at me, and the teacher hurriedly shouted to the class, “This is Carlie, our new student! Everyone say hello!” A few mumbled hellos were heard, and then the class turned to whispering. The teacher approachedme like I was a wounded animal, saying quietly, “It’s okay, Carlie, we’ll teach you everything.” I snarled at her, “What? Teach me what everything?!”

Oh, man, that was loud. The whole class shut up and stared at me, eyes wide. She held up her hands in a placating manner, and Doctor Mills took my thin wrists in his hands, effectively holding me back. Bu… why? Why did I need to be restrained?