Was sitting in the back of class and told my friend (who was sitting in front of me) that I had green lights in my knuckles which I could turn on by making a fist. He reminded me that I was tripping and told me to shut up so I wouldn't get caught. Then, the teacher started talking about a standardized test we'd taken and started reading one of the answers to an essay question (analyzing a Pablo Neruda poem) and I gradually realized she was reading my test and started getting nervous. When the teacher was done reading, she announced that the test was mine and the whole class turned around and started applauding and cheering (the friend who knew I was tripping cheered *extra* hard), prompting me to grip the front of my desk like I was on a rollercoaster as I smiled nervously.
I managed to get through the class, partly because it was a nice day so we finished class in one of the courtyards and another friend of mine who learned that I was tripping spun me around in an office chair.
But it all went to shit when I encountered my gf and told her what was going on. She screwed up her face and walked away. And then I remembered that I had a therapy appointment after school and started wondering whether I'd come down by then and imagining talking to my therapist while tripping and that's when the stinking thinking started and it stopped being fun pretty quick. Pretty sure I skipped therapy that day.