Wow, today was one HELL of a day.
I had full intentions of leaving my last class (5:30-7:00) today early to attend a mass for my grandfather, because it has been 1 month since he passed away.
So, at 5:30 I made my way to class. When I walked into the room I saw everybody looking over their notes. I thought to myself ‘hmm, this looks weird’, but I thought nothing of it, took a seat and started reading the Excalibur. Not even 5 minutes later the professor walks in with a STACK of papers under his arm. ‘A test?’ I thought to myself, ‘no way, its impossible’. But Lo and Behold, there was a test.
So I’m sitting in my seat, shitting BRICKS no less, wondering how the hell I’m going to get through this. Then I laughed at the irony, because no more than 12 hours earlier I had been laughing at my friend Andrew Braini because he had just found out that he had an 8am test the following day. ‘Thats karma for you’ I said to myself.
Well, I’ll spare you the gory details of the test. At the end I felt pretty good about it, it wasn’t too tough at all. But I might just feel that way because when I got the test I fully expected to fail it. Well, I’ll have to wait a few weeks to see how I did.