In the 11th grade, I had a Chemistry class with Mr. Johnson. Though I found Chem to be somewhat hard to follow, I did get by. It got kinda boring, though, which is why I was happy when the teacher said that we would be watching a video about the history of surgery. I thought, "Cool, something different". I didn't really make the connection that it might be graphic.
When the day came, Mr. Johnson started the video and, unfortunately for me, they started showing actual surgery and I started to become woozy. This time I did not hesitate. I went up to the front of the room and asked the teacher if I could get a hall pass to go to the bathroom. He gave it to me and I left the room. Success! I still felt faint, however. I was like, "Dammit, I'm out of the room, away from all the action! I can't faint now!". I headed for the exit doors to get some air. Before I could get outside, I started to black out, so I dropped to the floor (no one else was around at this point). After a minute, I got up and went outside, sat down, and waited for it to pass. After a long break (allowing time for the video to end), I went back into the classroom with a bad headache. Dang it. But, at least, I didn't faint in front of an entire class. And that, thankfully, was the last time I fainted in high school.
I did have to take some science classes in college, but I made absolutely sure that nothing would happen. I enrolled in geology (I didn't think the study of rocks would make me faint) and astronomy (same for stars). I made it through college with nary a close call.
I did not faint again until the first time I had sex. I started to get woozy just as I was about to sti...
Ahh, you bought it. I was fine.