I struggled up, grabbed my clothes, and tore out onto the school grounds, a prey to the most horrible palpitations, but when I had got into my clothes my first lucid thought was that I must go to see my mother and ask her for a cookie but the front door was locked, the back door too, and so I crawled through the kitchen window, where the light was on, upset and unable to move, I knew not where to go for terror brought me to my senses again and, realizing I was lost, I went back to class.