It was last Wednesday, the fifth of May. I remember that day clearly. I was on my way to the bus-stop, all set to go to school in the morning when I felt a little dizzy. I did not think anything was wrong with me so I went to school anyway. Besides, I was going to have a class test on that day and I did not want to have to make up for it later. I also thought that the dizzy feeling was probably me feeling sleepy in the morning.
By the time of the morning assembly, I felt feverish. I told my form teacher, Mr Yip, about my condition. He told me to go to the sick bay. I disliked going to the sick bay because I could never feel comfortable in a bed that was not my own. I was
head-strong about the whole thing and told Mr Yip that I would stay with the class instead. As anyone would have guessed, I fainted on my way to class, in front of everybody. I lost consciousness and for the next twenty minutes, until the ambulance arrived, I did not know what went on.
My best friend, Weiming, told me that he was worried when I fainted. Mr Yip rushed me to the sick bay while everyone else was distracted by the
commotion I had created by fainting. The discipline mistress, Madam Hong, had to threaten to punish the students if they did not stop
gawking and get back to class soon.
The next thing I knew, my father was beside me when I opened my eyes in the hospital bed. The doctors told him that I had experienced a heat stroke, I would be fine with plenty of fluids. It must have been too much badminton the day before that had caused my heat stroke.