Everything was coming together in a natural groovy way when suddenly Richard G had dry mouth, blurred vision, drowsiness, dizziness, and tremors. Soon...Richard G. became nauseous. “Dudes” said Richard G to nobody in particular “I gotta barf or vomit.”Richard G shot out a projectile stream of warm yellowish beer like vomit. It landed with a splish on the dirty green wall to wall nylon carpet. Nylon is a very durable choice for synthetic carpeting. Almost all carpet (97%) is made from synthetic. At least she had a quiet day ahead of her. Just a quick meeting with Professor Salinger about her writing assignment, and Allison was done for the day. Thinking she'd have time to squeeze some reading in, Allison made sure Kaija wasn't watching her, and then she put the romance novel back into her backpack. After her hot dream from the night before, she could hardly wait to see what the book had in store for her.After zipping the backpack shut, Allison slid it over her shoulders and walked out. "It's almost time," Michael told me. "You need to go!"He opened his jacket. He had a bomb strapped to his chest."It's Confederacy munitions," he said."You can't, Michael!" I said. "Most of these people don't understand the choice they're making." When you sentence someone to death, you should fucking know the choice you're making," he said. "Run!" RUN!" Michael yelled at me. The bomb vest lit up. I spun around and pushed my way through the crowd.I took off as soon as the crowd thinned. A. Compared to what other people suffer on a regular basis, I know that my problems don't even come close to showing up on the radar. But for me, it's painful as hell.Most people would say, "You should be grateful you're getting paid a reasonable stipend (my snipes about the size of my stipend notwithstanding, I was paid a fair amount over minimum wage just to do research and earn my doctorate; my colleagues over in the social sciences are much less well off) to study, when there are people out.