Cruel World (Lana Del Rey) → I sat in the back of the classroom. It was an ice cold classroom and at 8:30am I didn’t appreciate the school’s air conditioning. My stomach twisted uncomfortably from drinking coffee without eating anything alongside it. In seventh grade I started to notice the board up front and the tv at home were starting to get harder to see—the colors and words were beginning to blur together more than usual. It was now my first semester, Freshman year of high school and I had continued to not tell my parents I was struggling to see and I wouldn’t tell them until April. Nearly on the verge of tears because I couldn’t see the math questions up on the board and was too anxious to admit to my teacher I couldn’t see I sat there awkwardly while everyone else worked. When the ninety-minute class ended and I hadn’t done a single problem my teacher figured out what was wrong and moved me to the front row for the rest of the semester so that I could continue to pretend I didn’t need glasses. 

The first week of my new job as a teacher's assistant consisted of things going missing; the Cherokee Little People seemed mad at me for some reason...