So, this morning went pretty well. I woke up, showered, put on my cute little Test-Taking outfit and got on the road with plenty of time to make it to the testing center.
I pulled in right behind another classmate of mine (who is incidentally, one of the sweetest, nicest, kindest people I've ever met). I mentioned to her on the way in that I had never confirmed the date of my test, and jokingly said "I hope I wasn't supposed to be here yesterday!" We laughed, and took the elevator up.
I walked in and confidently handed my ugly orange testing sheet (which I've been guarding with my life for months now) and my ID. The Kindly Gentleman took my ID and scanned the list. Once. Twice. Three times. There was no Brenna on the list, you see.
I started some deep, relaxing breathing, and my friend started saying all those things you say at times like this ("I'm sure it's okay. Worst case, you have to re-schedule, you'll be fine" etc.) while Kindly Gentleman stepped in to the other room.
See? My test? Is scheduled for TOMORROW.
Good grief.
I was so filled with relief to discover that I was a day early, instead of a day late, that I just burst out laughing. Actually, I am still laughing. It is pretty funny, after all. BUT! I have to go through it all again tomorrow!
And now I really don't know what to do with myself today...
Hold on to that luck and send it my way tomorrow!
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