They Say Time Is A Great Healer

Chapter 6

Wow. I never expected to be this nervous. I'm going back to work today but not five classes like I was doing before, no just a class or two. I'm majorly nervous, including actually getting there because I can't drive yet (I'm too nervous so I'm not allowed until I take my test again) so I'll have to ask Alex if he can take me. I hate being afraid, I don't even think that something like that will happen again because the chances are that they won't and it annoys me because I don't know why I'm afraid but, I guess I'll figure it out one day.

It's break time and I am having major panics. I had my first period free so I wasn't stressed but my last period was a bit hectic because everyone was shouting and standing up and I just could not control them! It was like trying to teach wild animals. Rewind to the assembly and I genuinely almost fainted right there on the stage, Lynn stood up and said something to them about me coming back and not stressing me out or being worried to ask questions because I don't mind answering them. So my first lesson back was a let down and I feel as if I've lost my knack. There goes the bell again, oh help I have to go round with Lynn and see everyone. How perfectly disastrous.

I couldn't write at lunchtime as I got asked lots of questions by lots of people I didn't know. I don't think they quite understood the extent of 'memory loss'. Third period then, I walked around with Lynn as she showed me things and places and I felt like I'd seen it before but it was a bit fuzzy to remember. Lots of people were waving at me through windows and calling my name but it was a bit scary when the lunchtime bell went and we got squished by a truckload of girls coming out of a language classroom. I felt comfortable up there because I could speak to someone I remembered.

It's a strange situation. The only person I remember from work is Terri, she is a French teacher and with French being third on my list of languages we had a nice talk and she told me not to worry about people staring at me and making comments because when she had her accident and almost lost her legs, people stared at her all the time, but then she did end up in a wheelchair for 6 months.

'Physical damage is easier to repair than mental damage Jennifer' she said 'it's going to take time and effort to make things right again' I nodded and took a mouthful of my drink before realising that it was Paul's (a German teacher) and he was drinking brandy. I had to spit it out as I felt my head exploding. I must of nearly fainted because Terri held me up and everything went funny for a minute and when it came back to normal, I was on the floor leaning my head on Terri's knees. 'Holy Jesus Jennifer you scared me to death' she breathed as I sat up. I soon went down again though as my vision went blurry and I felt sick. 'What... What did I drink?' I asked with my voice slurred and rough 'brandy' Paul answered quietly 'ah crap' I snapped and the next thing I knew I was at home and I'm not sure what happened between the realisation of drinking brandy when a) I don't like it and b) I can't drink it anyway. I can't drink alcohol again because with all my medication, if I got drunk it would just melt my brain and I don't really want to do that.