I was in gym my teacher put on a hip hop video for us to do (I'm virtual btw) and immediately i was uncomfortable. My mom didn't care (as always) and made me continue. Around half way through It though the teacher stopped because "people were too embarrassed to turn their cameras on". But the hip hop torture wasn't enough torturous for him so he turned on a 20 minute workout. Luckily for me, he stopped it early because the class was over. Now I'm laying on my bed after crying into my blanket for around a minute. I might get some water for my dry and painful throat.

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