Drama in la clase de espanol

(Sorry, I can't get the tilde over the N)

Today was my Spanish final (as well as Algebra), and it started out boring enough. I was there about fifteen minutes early, and a few other people and I were just chatting. Everyone started coming in and we were just talking about how nervous we were, etc. The teacher was about 5 minutes late, but she came in and we were talking and joking around with her.

All of a sudden, the instructor looked over and said "Are you okay?" I looked over to see what she was talking about, and this boy was sitting in his chair, having a seizure! He was leaning over the side of the desk that isn't open, if you know what I mean, and his arms were sticking straight out and he was shaking and foaming at the mouth. It was so freaking scary.

Mrs. B yelled at us to call 911 (there's a group of us that sit at the back of the room near the phone), so my friend Cindy dialed and then Mrs. B ran out of the room yelling for help. A couple of boys in front ran over to him, threw the desks in front of him out of the way, and pulled him out of his desk onto the floor. A nursing student in the room yelled at them when they said something about putting something in his mouth to keep him from choking, and told them to not put anything in his mouth, just roll him on his side.

Another professor came in the room and they turned him on his side. He stopped seizing by then, but he was breathing funny, it sounded like a snore, and he was blowing spit when he breathed. It seemed to take forever for the ambulance to get there, but they finally did, and they asked him some questions and took him out on the cot thingy.

Then, we got back to business and took our test. But everybody was pretty damn freaked out. One boy said, after it was all over, "Well, I won't ever forget my last day in Spanish!" Heh. I don't think I will, either.