It was at our coming convention (I am running for president of our organization). I could see the crowded convention room, dimmed with smoke. I had been furiously taking minutes (I'm secretary) & had got up to speak on a topic that concerned me--I don't know what it was, but I was passionately sure they were all wrong--I got up to talk, feeling dizzy & tired, but made my point & went out for air, feeling utterly exhausted & beyond caring if the convention took my advice or not. One of the boys was outside--someone I'd met before--I was almost in hysterics by then & shaking--he took me in his arms and held me, then we sat down & I leaned on his shoulder & after awhile he kissed me gently. By then, feeling very tranquil, I went back to take minutes again. As I was coming back, the uproar hit me like a blow, & as I went in, I heard two of the boys talking about me. "Should we vote for her?" one of them asked, & the other answered, "I don't like her as a person, but she's got brains--I think I'll support her. I wonder if she's human, tho--cold as a fish." I tried to pretend I didn't care, & forced myself to go back to my place. Interpretation The utter exhaustion of conventions I have felt before--at the last convention, I did get dizzy when I got up to speak; I went to another room to rest, & came back, feeling the smoky, perspiration laden air & the noise like a blow. I do sometimes think the kids I work with in my organization think of me as sexless--I am a rather firm executive, & don't often relax on the job--& it does annoy & worry me. I had been feeling very tired & aching when I went to bed. Answers to questions 2. Painfully weary & sad, then relaxed & tranquil, then rather frustrated.3. participant4. unpleasant5. The hall where we held our last convention & a garden.6. no7. no