In other news, I feel like a idiot. I thought a Stat midterm is today, but it's actually next week. It's a tough class and I didn't have much time to review. I spent a nail-baiting ten minutes before class cramming what I can, pre-test panic a controlled hum in the back of my mind. Then the classmates filed in looking as carefree as shepards , I was intimidated by their show of aplomb with the approaching test. As I saw them laughing, talking on cellphones, appearing as nonchalant as possible, that hum in the back of my mind grew steadily louder. This must be a class of geniuses! Then, as I sat there quietly going insane, an aquaintance sat down next to me and noticed the wild disarray of papers and textbook on my desk and the caged rat look in my eyes. So she asked the obvious question.
And I said:
Don't you know there is a test? . . . . Yes I am sure . . . . positive . . . . . Are you SURE? . . . . . really . . . . . . I see . . . . . ah, it's in my notes too.
So, like I said.

Idiot.

I shall now go to the corner and lick the wall.