The searing rod of shame drives through my guts, and I feel like I've done something wrong. Just like when I cross the border. Or when I introduce my boyfriend to my parents. I've done nothing bad, but there's still this sick feeling of being exposed to judgment.
I'm that person who doesn't look at my mark until I get home. In class, anyone could look at my reaction, my facial expression when I look at my paper, so I shove it in my bag and wait til I'm home and in my bed.
They keep telling us that marks don't matter, but my body doesn't buy it. It still reacts as if it's a life-or-death situation. Full on fight or flight, every single time, no matter how big or small the assignment is. There's no talking myself out of it.
What would be really cool is if there was a room at school to go when I've received an assignment, or when I'm feeling overwhelmed, or when I just can't handle small talk with my classmates.
A hammock room is the solution! A quiet room for students to be cocooned and rock themselves until they feel ready to face the world again.
(photo cred: http://www.digsdigs.com/cool-indoor-hammock-le-beanock/)