oh my god, why am I so bad at taking tests lately?! Yet I also have incredible luck/good fortune.
On Wednesday, I had an English exam. I thought I had an hour and a half…I learned, when my professor said “5 minutes left” that I really only had an hour. I actually said, really loudly in the middle of the exam, “IS SHE BEING SERIOUS?” That was a little awkward, but given I’d only written the introductory paragraph… The rest of my exam was all hand spasmy as I tried to spew out every thought I had with no coherent organization or order. I was so angry at myself for the rest of the night because I actually had a decent essay in my head. My friends basically wanted to kill me because I wouldn’t shut up about my test angst.
HOWEVER, I then got an email a few days later saying that in fact the syllabus said it was supposed to be 1.5 hours but she’d announced it in class (I was late to that one) that it’d only be an hour. Ergo, she was going to let us write a makeup exam. YES.
Today, I had my nutrition exam. I wasn’t very worried for it; the material was fairly simple to grasp. I woke up this morning to my cell alarm and was about to leisurely get out of bed when I checked the time and it was 11:27 – and HOLY SHIT MY EXAM STARTED AT 11:20 ON THE OTHER SIDE OF CAMPUS.
I sprung out of bed, threw some jeans and a pair of running shoes on (those of you who know my sartorial choices know that this is very, very rare – people ask me if I’m feeling okay when I wear pants with boots). I was almost going to run out in my pajamas, but a) that would have been unacceptable, even given the desperate circumstances and b) I was wearing a slightly see through tank top and shorts to bed; it would have been both extraordinarily awkward and very very cold had I worn that to my exam.
I then booted it down the stairs, and ran as fast as I could towards the Examination Center. I realized, 3/4 of the way through Queen’s Park, that even though I had improved in stair climbing endurance thanks to living on the fourth floor of a building without an elevator, I was still so not fit and so not cut out for running. My indication of this was my burning lungs and the overwhelming feeling I was going to die on the spot.
I finally got to the building, walked past someone who has been rumoured to be marked for head Don (I’m applying for donship, head Dons have tons of influence on who gets selected, I was very clearly late to my exam, and we were both on a committee for Charity Week, the last meeting of which I completely forgot about thanks to Mario Kart in the Cat’s Eye – I’m making an awesome impression on him, aren’t I?) and into my exam. My professor gives me a very disapproving look.
WHATEVER, I am in the exam and happily it started 7 minutes late so I had more time than I thought. I sat down, wrote it. It wasn’t bad, although I defs wished I had time to read over my notes before because there were some memorization stuff I didn’t know. I finished 5 minutes early – success!
And then I received a text on my phone. I totally had thought I’d left it in my room and was happy I didn’t have to worry about it because at U of T, having a cell on you is grounds for them accusing you of cheating and giving you a zero. I almost died of horror – 5 minutes to go! Thankfully, the TAs milling about didn’t hear it. Finally, they collected the tests and I was free to go. I checked my phone after, hoping that it was at least important. It was from Twitter – the VUSAC Twitter that I’d set up, updated by my MAL.
*facepalm*
ETA: AND THEN I got back to my room, and went to go brush my teeth and such – and they had turned off the water in my building. And I went to make myself a smoothie and spilled smoothie all over my hand/sink/bottle I was pouring it into, but couldn’t clean it up properly because THERE WAS NO WATER. And then I was late to my office hours.
