A few months ago, on a Monday night while in bed finishing my pint of Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey, I had a panic attack. I could feel all the confused thoughts in my brain cutting across each other like the Tokyo subway map. My heart started pounding very quickly; I was shaking; cold flashes invaded my body.
I have always thought about New York City as an intimidating teacher with perfectly shined shoes who only teaches the cream of the crop. I am the student who wants to be good enough to be in her class.