At around noon today I began feeling like crap. I am not sure why, but I think it was something I ate. Who knows... I am lucky I coteach with someone and was able to leave to go home.  I wasn't even sure I was going to be able to drive myself home. As I was leaving school, I turned down Portland Ave. and called my mom up to let her know I wasn't feeling good. As soon as she picked up, I had to say hold on. I threw the phone down and had to pull off the road into a parking lot. I was able to open the door and yak all over the place. Freakin' nasty!!! Once I finished, I looked up and in the building next door, a waiting room full of people were watching me. I then remembered my mom was on the phone and picked it back up. She had heard me puking the whole time.