When Your Life Comes Crashing Down Around You

Today I had a final. That alone should be enough to tell you that this story will not be a good one.

Today I had a final. It's for my circuits class. I needed an A on the final to pull an A in the class, so I had been studying hard for it (by my definition of "studying hard" anyway). Last night I had a bit of a weird sleep schedule, though. No matter, though. I woke up on time.

I had planned ahead to get up early and go eat some breakfast because I've heard it's good to take tests awake and with something in your system. Makes the brain juices flow real good or something like that. Also, they were serving bacon in the dining center this morning.


Mmmm, bacon.

After eating some delicious breakfast, I went back to my dorm. Instead of studying like I had planned, though, I decided to take a nap. Yes, you know where this is going.

I woke up two and a half hours later, having slept my alarm and my circuits final. I knew as soon as my eyes snapped open that I had missed my final. So I did what any rational person would do.


Next, I catapulted into action and began furiously running for my professors office in the hopes that I could beg him, bribe him, threaten, him, or do whatever else I had to do to him to get him to let me take the final. I arrived to find his office vacant for the moment. Freaking out redoubled as I asked one of the nearby profs if he was about. Apparently he was. Then I remembered that I had forgotten to grab my calculator, so if he would let me take the final I would have no way to actually take it.

More running back to my room. More freaking out.

All throughout these back and forth trips, my mind had been going wild with the possibilities of what might happen if I missed this final. I would fail circuits, which would probably drop my semester GPA below a 3.0 which would probably mean I would lose some serious scholarship money which would probably mean I couldn't go to college which would probably mean I couldn't get a job to support myself which would probably mean that I'd end up a beggared bum curled up on a hard bench in a dark corner sucking cheap alcohol out of a brown bagged bottle. You get the idea.

Luckily the story has a happier ending than my imagination. I got to his office just as he got back and he was in a good mood and didn't even bat an eye at letting me take the final. I took it and it was actually pretty easy despite my scrambled brain state.

Still, take it as a lesson. Don't take naps right before important tests. Bad idea.