The one day in my life I wished to go back to my previously bland life was the day my life accelerated in a way I didn’t expect. I didn’t realize I liked going to a failing AP English class in the morning followed by an Ap US History class I didn’t do any work in along with a string of other boring lectures in 45-minute intervals. That is, I didn’t realize this until I experienced an uncomfortable chest pain one moment to being hospitalized for nearly two weeks the next. To sum up, my left lung collapsed and after answering “NO” to questions such as “Did you have a strenuous cough?”, or “Do you actively smoke or do drugs?” we never reached a conclusion to how it ever collapsed in the first place. At least my AP classes were in my control; spontaneously collapsing your left lung is not and this bothered me more than it should have.

I was used to being told and believing that things are the way you set them out to be but this was not the case. There was nothing I could have ever done to prevent my left lung from collapsing whether or not I knew anything before. The pain in my chest was temporary and is nothing now but a faded memory, knowing something like this could happen to me at any moment without my consent is a looming, unpredictable game I’ll possibly have to play the rest of my life. It already happened again a month after it happened the first time so now I should be fine. However, I was told the same thing when I was released from the hospital the first time. Oh well. I learned to take this with a grain a salt; it was how I am going to live life from now on. Besides, I had a failing AP Lit class I needed to catch up on.