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How Do I Tell New Friends About My History of Bipolar Disorder?
Halfway across frozen Lake Mendota, I checked the sky. My toes had started sticking together in one icy block. The sun was lowering, and I continued to follow it toward the shore. Hours before, I’d gotten a burger at the Student Union. I discovered in biology lab that I forgot how to read. The quiz looked like a glowing, empty white sheet. So bright. Sitting with my burger, people next to me moved around, reaching across the table, mouths falling open, and they were almost disgusting. Too fast. Soon I’d leave school for the second time.
