It shouldn't have this impact on me. Why does it even bother me so much. It's so stupid. It makes me look like an idiot. It's made me look like a scaredy cat my whole life. And guess what, it'll only get worse as I start my first year as an intern at Maxwell Children's Hospital.

My professor looked around the lecture hall, trying to find his next victim to sit in the horrendous dental chair, in the front of the classroom, surrounded by everybody. I looked away and around the room, hoping he wouldn't pick on me. "Ms. Samuels, would you mind joining me?" My professor asked as he locked eyes with me. I was about to have my biggest fear shown to all my classmates, as my professor checks my horrid teeth in front of everybody, revealing a cavity that I've been able to conceal for a month now. My worst nightmare ever imagined....