After studying my li’l heart out for days in order to prepare for my first exam on Tuesday, I finally felt prepared enough... I figured that I’d learned and/or memorized all that I could, and was just looking forward to getting the test overwith.

So I planned my day carefully, leaving sufficient time to head out very early. I had a little running around to do and wanted to arrive at the school about one hour in advance of the start time (7 pm). And I almost did it! I got there about 50 minutes ahead of time, found a choice parking spot, and settled back into my seat to give my notes one last look over. And that’s when it hit me. I hadn’t thought to bring a pencil. Or an eraser. Or a calculator!! And it was only dumb luck that I had my student card on me.

So minutes before the exam was set to begin, I ran up to the building to beg a pencil from someone – anyone! I felt like such an idiot!! It’s one thing to not prepare for an exam, but to come to it so unprepared? ! ? Well that’s just … duh!!!

As it turned out, the young lady who lent me a pencil was kind enough to give me one with an eraser on the end. And luckily I’m reasonably proficient at long division; I think I arrived at all the correct answers on the posology questions.

Doesn’t really matter at this point. What DOES matter is that I remember for tomorrow’s exam to not only prepare myself by studying, but also by popping a pencil in my purse. Silly girl.