So we had to cut paper to make them smaller for our binders/notebooks. I got up to throw my trash away and this girl, who I have never talked too before just asked me "what does your shirt say?" My mind and heart like stopped working and then my stomach turned. Then when I was walking towards the trash can my palms got sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy... okay I am done but seriously like I just like had a random panic attack like guys help, please.