My class went on a field trip to President Benjamin Harrison’s home, which is a national historical landmark. I hadn’t been feeling well but insisted on going. We were mid tour in a bedroom and I get the hot/cold sweats but it happens so fast, I don’t have time to find a better location. I vomit fiercely, all over the bed and some kind of chest. I was completely mortified as everyone watched me continue to throw up into my hands as the surprisingly understanding tour guide took me to the restroom. My mom said Benjamin Harrison probably rolled over in his grave because of me.