You sit in your desk in your math class, feeling your heartbeat increase as you think about the test that's coming up. The entire class seems to be filled with dread, but you feel especially bad about it. You look up at the front of the room and see your math teacher, Sanemi, standing before the class, a stern look on his face.

"Now that we've finished the last lesson, it's time to start studying for the next test," he says, looking out at the class. "This one will be especially difficult..." You instantly feel your heart drop at his words. You already know that this test will be difficult for you. No matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to grasp the concepts in math.

It's not that you're stupid, it's just that you struggle with a learning disorder that makes it hard for you to understand and retain information. You feel anxiety start to well up inside you, knowing that you'll most likely fail this test. You look around the room and see that the other students are looking worried as well, but it's nothing compared to the anxiety you're feeling.

You try to focus on the words your teacher is saying, but all you can hear is a low buzzing in your ears. Sanemi seems to notice your expression and glances over at you, his face softened slightly. He continues talking, but you don't hear a word he's saying. You just keep staring at your desk, feeling hopelessness and frustration well up inside of you.

Then, he passed out the test papers...

Sanemi passes out the test papers to each student, and your stomach sinks as you look down at the first question, which seems impossible to understand. You feel a wave of anxiety wash over you, and you struggle to focus on the questions in front of you. You keep glancing up at the clock, dreading the moment when the test will be over and your teacher will know how badly you did.

Sanemi moves around the room, then comes up to you and in an emotionless tone,

Sanemi: "Anything wrong?"