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Amanda sat still with her mouth wide open, and her eyes squinted. “Mr. Garner, please save us from the torturous attempts by Mr. James and Ms. Martin,” Kirshner directed.
    Todd rambled off the facts of the case and the issues of law. Kirshner, for the first time, appeared to be satisfied with the answer. Not because he told Todd he did a good job, but because he did not insult him.
    “Mr. Jackson, what is your take on the dissent opinion?” Kirshner fired.
    Sean quickly answered the question and hoped for the best. “Mr. Jackson, when you were in grade school, did the bus pick you up right in front of your home? And was this bus much smaller than the other buses at the school? I think they call it the short bus.” The class laughed.
    “Let’s work on the back row. Ms. Ehrenzweig, do you agree with Judge Stevenson’s opinion on this case?” Kirshner said.
    The study group was relieved for the time being. Although he had hit three of their members, it appeared Kirshner was finally concentrating on other parts of the class.
    Will sat in his chair trying to hide his shaking hands; he felt sick to his stomach and did not know how much longer he had before he threw up. He looked at the clock that sat above the podium and saw there was still 35 minutes left. He knew he was not going to make it. He suddenly got up and shuffled along the row, pushing on the chairs, trying to make his way to the exit.
    Kirshner interrupted Ms. Ehrenzweig’s brief. “If this class is too much for you, Mr. James, you might want to think about dropping out now. I haven’t even begun to test you,” he yelled as Will ran out the door. Kirshner chuckled to himself with delight. He broke his first student of the semester, and it hadn’t even been a month.
    Will ran down the hallway and slammed into the bathroom door running to the toilet bowl. He got there just in time and threw up the breakfast he had eaten a few hours earlier. The sweat poured down the side of his face as he waited for the next wave to hit him. His eyes began to water and he felt the room spinning. He could not hold on any longer. His eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped to the floor with his head lying in his own vomit.

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    Once Kirshner’s class was over, Amanda grabbed Will’s backpack and shoved his books in it, and she, Jack, Abrams, and Sean ran out of the classroom searching for him. Amanda figured that Will must be in the bathroom. Jack and Abrams entered the men’s bathroom, but Will was nowhere in sight. Jack was about to leave when Abrams saw Will’s foot move under the stall. They both ran over and found Will passed out, lying in his own vomit.
    “Holy shit! Get some paper towels and wet them,” Jack said.
    Abrams ran over to the sink and saturated some towels, as Jack picked Will’s head up and tried to wake him. Will did not respond. He wiped the vomit from the side of Will’s face and they pulled him out of the stall and leaned him against a wall.
    “Do you think we should call 911?” Abrams asked.
    “I don’t know. He’s breathing. I just think he passed out. Get Sean and Amanda,” Jack said.
    Abrams ran out and got Sean and Amanda from the hallway. Amanda felt strange about going into the men’s bathroom, but she wanted to check if Will was okay. Will was waking as the three entered.
    “Ah, shit. What the hell happened?” Will asked with slurred speech.
    “I think you passed out, dude,” Jack quickly said.
    “Are you okay, Will?” Amanda asked.
    “I think so, I just lost it in there. I don’t even remember coming into the bathroom. Did I puke in the classroom?”
    “No, you made it to the bathroom. No one saw you,” Abrams said.
    “Sean, go bring my car around so we can get Will back to the dorm,” Jack said.
    Sean ran out of the bathroom and looked in the parking lot for Jack’s car. As he was searching, he saw Professor Kirshner getting into his Audi A8. Kirshner looked up as Sean was walking past the faculty