Because of my situation, my mom was apprehensive about letting me go to summer camp and swimming in the lake. I assured her that I would never have another seizure. At camp there were no problems, but guess what? I was wrong. About two months later I had another seizure. I went to the hospital, and they gave me medicine and told me I should be fine and it should not happen again. I started taking my medicine just like the doctor told me to. Again, after three months, I had another seizure. Over time, I had more seizures, so I kept going to doctor’s appointments, I kept getting tests done, and my medicine dosage increased drastically. The last seizure that I ever had was at school last February. This time the situation was worse because it just had to happen at school. What was even worse was that it happened in the only class that I had with my crush! I started making noises, my head flew back, and both of my arms stretched out into the air. When I woke up, I was on the floor in the front of the classroom surrounded by two of my teachers and two EMTs. They got me to stand up and try to walk to the door. I got up and walked, and again, I could feel that I probably looked drunk. So, since that was not embarrassing enough, they got me out of the classroom into the hallway, put me on the stretcher, and rolled me out to the ambulance while everyone was switching classes. They took me to the emergency room and told my mom to come get me. A few days later, my mom took me to the doctor, and he put me on another