I am standing in front of a mirror

I am standing in front of the mirror trying to work up the courage to confront my teacher about an extension. My hands are trembling and my knees are week because this teacher is very mean and will almost certainly not give me one; but I need it. Come on James, you can do it; she is only a person. But she isn’t, she is the epitome of evil, Lucifer come again and the embodiment of hell on earth. There is no such power as my teachers scorn. Her image only causes my hands to sweat and my heart to beat feverishly. I look at my watch and there is only 15 minutes until class. I’m starting to feel sick. Wait… that’s the answer! I am starting to feel sick! I better go lie back down in bed… so I don’t get anyone else sick at school… looks like I can’t hand in my project!