I threw up all over the bathroom and almost shit my fucking pants during a standardized test.

In my state, all 11th graders are required to take some stupid standardized test, which I won't name for obvious reasons. The sad part is that everyone else gets to arrive at school 3 hours later. I remember looking forward to the day of the standardized test back when I wasn't in 11th grade since I could finally "enjoy" a day of school without being sleep-deprived. Unfortunately, this year, it's my turn to suffer through the horrific exam. I only managed to get less than 4 hours of sleep since I stayed up until 3AM and woke up at around 6:45, so I knew that I would have a hard time staying awake while I tried to answer ridiculous questions about a fucking passage of text or something like that. In order to try to wake myself up, I asked my mom to make a few dinosaur chicken nuggets. I quickly ate the nuggets, thinking nothing of it, and started packing my things. During the car ride to school, however, the first signs of disaster began to appear. I felt a weird force pressing against my stomach, causing irritating, albeit tolerable, levels of pain and discomfort. I thought to myself that I would be able to manage the pain and sit through the entire test. However, by the time I arrived at school and sat down at my seat, ready to take the exam, the pain started to become unbearable. I squirmed in my seat, attempting to adjust my position to try to find the optimal one that minimized pain, and by the strange glances I got from surrounding normies, I may have creeped them out. However, even that was not enough to deter my efforts to reduce the pain. I tried to focus on the questions on the screen in front of me, but ton no avail. I couldn't focus on the stupid fucking standardized exam. I decided to take a quick walk around the halls to see if stretching a little would alleviate the pain, but eventually, I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I walked in, and glanced around the bathroom for a few seconds, looking for any signs that someone might be there. Luckily, no one was there. It was at that moment, the moment I felt peace, that I began to sense that I was about to throw up. In a moment of shock, I rushed to one of the fucking toilets and just threw up all over it. I then looked at the puke splattered all over the fucking floor and toilet and burst into laughter, imagining the humorous look of disgust on whoever encountered this bathroom next. I washed my face and returned to the classroom, hoping that I would no longer feel discomfort. But as soon as I fucking sat down, the pain started again. Soon, I found myself scrunched in a strange position that surely caused normies to feel creeped out. That, however, STILL DIDNT WORK. I ended up failing the fucking test and almost shitting my fucking pants.