Just thought I would share yesterday's events with you all, since it's the morning after and i STILL don't believe it happened.
So I spent the better half of yesterday studying for my math final- I went over every possible question that could be on the test, and I even decided i would go to class a half hour early just so i could go over my review with my professor. I get to school and when i'm about 6 steps away from class, I realize that I didn't have my calculator, which to me is a tragedy because i'm nothing without it; like really, I use a calculator for simple arithmetic just so i don't stumble and make a mistake using mental math- i'm attached to the freaking thing. So I start to panic and decide to run (yes,run) to the bookstore to try and buy a calculator- then i look at the time and apparently, stress makes time go SO much faster because i only had 17 minutes to get to the bookstore (which of course, is on the other side of campus), buy the calculator, run BACK to my classroom and try to review with my professor. With that long task at hand, i haul it to the bookstore and start nervously powerwalking around the aisles to find a calculator, and when I finally find one it turns out that I would have to pay $150 for it because they only had the fancy ones that looked like they can probably calculate the latitude of South Africa. I ask one of the girls there if they had a simple calculator that doesn't cost so much- you know, one where I can just add and subtract and divide and all that easy stuff. Of course, the girl tells me that they ran out and she offered to order some for me, and although i think it was nice of her to try, it wasn't gonna help my situation at all.
I ditch the bookstore and start heading back to class and start calling anyone who might be at school at that time, but as fate would have it no one answers, so i call my best friend to attleast try and calm myself down. Luckily she tells me that she can drive to school and bring me hers, but the only problem was that my exam was in less than ten minutes. She tells, me, "don't worry! i'll make it there by then and you'll be fine!" So a part of me starts to chill, and as Im pacing in front of my class, it starts to dawn on me that I was the only person waiting outside, and the door was locked and the lights were off. It's usually not like my professor to be late because she always gets to class early on test days to review. i start thinking to myself, if this test is in the math lab then FOR SURE i'm going to be late cause that's all the way on the other side of school, which, in turn, made me freak all over again, so i called my best friend again to tell her to meet me somewhere else. In the midst of my panic, she asks me, "wait..your test IS today, right?" and i say "of course it is! it's in my notes!"you see? my test IS on...wednesday...oh."
So yes, my test was not yesterday. It's tomorrow. I ran around school for nothing and i looked like a mess; a sweaty, humid-haired calculatorless mess.I was so drained that i don't think I could've brewed up anger if i tried, so me and my best friend just laughed it off. I guess leaving my calculator at home was a sign, but the power of finals-stress believes in no signs. And now i have a ton of people from work asking me how my test went, and all i say is that it was postponed. -_-