Observations of a sick wall

Some crazy people want to go to school when they are sick.When I get sick, I want to be home. If I was the tiniest bit unwell, I would use it as an excuse to not go to school. But there are some days when I get sick in school. The worst situation is when these days come with exams... 

...The exam usually the trigger, starts off a headache - the ones that feel like you are head is wedged between contracting boulders - and I have to use my tortured brain to finish the stupid exam. When I'm done, I have to make small talk about the horrendous exam, nod, smile and drag myself through an endless sea of evil, mindless bobbleheads, all the while thinking of ways to throw them out of my way or imagining turning into a bulldozer and making a path straight over them or ways to incinerate them all at one go... A small voice reminds me that these people are my friends who are not indeed evil, mindless bobbleheads. 

Once outside the building, I duck out from under the radar and find me a relatively quiet place to sit and hope that my friends do not find me, this time bombarding me with querries about my health and mood.

And then the final bell rings and kids pour out in all sizes from virtually everywhere! This effect is magnified with the improvements in memory caused by the headache and fever. The noise of school already echoing in my skull increases a hundred fold. The little kids screaming and running around hitting anything and anyone on their paths have you believed you're in a horror film.

If I'm lucky, I become a part of the wall. No one sees me and eventually I can somewhat tune the noise out, rather it becomes a loud but smooth silk cocoon surrounding me much any more. As an ill wall, all I have to do is wait till a few selected boobleheads from the sea, exhausted of thier social chatter for the day or at the mercy of their hungry tummies find me and take me home. So till then I stare out into the chaotic after-school world. I see the evil little kids run around and get glared at by older kids when they are elbowed in their stomachs, I see the older kids turn back to their friends and continue laughing. I see the senior most lot flirting, gossiping, discussing studies, fooling around. I see kids screaming over the noise for some of thier friends standing far away. The noise grows louder, something I considered impossible moments ago, the addition is a strange sound, distinct from the kidds sounds.The cause for this sudden alacrity makes its appearance soon, a big yellow bus pushes its way through the sludge of students. And then the crowd clears a path, the smaller kids scrambling like ants running from advancing water. Its a grand entrance; the dust on the ground is lifted into the air and the bus emerges dramatically almost silhouetted, like a villain in those old films. When the bus is motionless, the crowd moves back moulding the vehicle. Things are exactly as they were before.

Then they find me and I become mobile again and go home. 

This report is highly exaggerated. But its more fun to remember it this way.