Maxigumee

I think I’m allergic to school. Really. It could be our rugs. Or the chalk dust. Or the people. Maybe I’m allergic to people! That’d be interesting. — The point is, I’m allergic. To something. My allergies usually start middle to late August and last until the end of October. They include itchy eyes and a really, really runny and stuffy nose. During the back-to-school shift, though, my allergies change from everywhere allergies to only-at-school-and-while-you’re-trying-to-get-to-sleep allergies. And those aren’t fun.

This certain type of allergy, the only-at-school-and-while-you’re-trying-to-get-to-sleep allergy is a very tricky one. After taking a claratin and two sudafeds (please, if I’m not supposed to mix those two, somebody tell me), they still will not stop. At least not at school. It’s like as soon as I walk into the school building, my body is like, Whoa, nope! Claratin and sudafed aren’t usable currency here! and my nose commences in being un-breath-through-able and constantly and horrifyingly runny. By the end of second period, my little bundle of tissues is soaked completely through. I carry tissues everywhere through school. If it weren’t for my always spiked up hair, tissues would probably be my trademark thingy. Tissues and spiky hair. That’s me!