I was sick today. It didn't start until halfway through first period. I started to get a stomache ache and nausea. I wanted to go home and sleep, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed to go home unless I had a fever or was vomiting. Damn school rules.

But the teacher understood my pain and let me go spend the rest of the class period with the one of the school's councelor.

I couldn't go to class, so I spent the rest of the day in that office. Throughout the day, I got sicker and sicker. At one point, I couldn't even turn my head an inch without getting nauseated.

But the councelor got me to do some tests for other classes in there. I could still think and write, so I did an essay for my management class.

But my memory of writing the essay is kind of fuzzy. I know I was talking to the councelor while I was doing the essay. I know that I was supposed to write about things in my life that made me stressed and how I could reduce the stress.

The worst part was, after I wrote the essay, and the councelor sent it down to my Management teacher, she asked me why I thought I was the president.

Apparently, while I was writing the essay, I was telling her that I was the president of the United States, and that Obama was my vice president, and that he was just posing as president for me while I was still in school so that no one would try to assasinate me.

And later, after school, my management teacher found me and asked me why I wrote President infront of my first name, and why I wrote an essay about how hard it was to be the world's first female underaged president of the United States.

She gave me the paper and I looked it over. It seems I wrote a lot of stuff about how stressful it was to run the country and how annoying the secret service were sometimes. I didn't even remember writing it!

Oh, god. Was I really delirious enough to believe I was the President of the United States? Oh, god, I can't believe it... how embarassing!