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4.5
I had an exam. It started at 10:30 sharp in the morning. My commute to college was around an hour, and I’d planned to get there earlier to purchase my scantron and do some last minute preparations. I left the house half an hour early.9:50 am. My bus got here. It was 20 minutes late, but I didn’t mind. I thought I had enough time.10:00 am. I found out—two of the three bridges were shut down. The bus was moving a meter a minute, and I was getting nowhere.10:08 am. I missed the train to the college by a hair, and I watched it go by as I waited another 10 minutes for the next.10:30 am. The test had started. I’d gotten on the train a few minutes earlier, and I was entirely anxious. I was late, undeniably, but I didn’t know how late I would be. Probably 10 minutes? I could still finish the test if so.10:40 am. I dashed to campus as fast as I could, running up the station escalators, trying not to get cut off by the red lights at crosswalks. Then I remembered: I needed to buy a scantron. The test was multiple choice, and I couldn’t take it without one. I had totally forgotten in the process of panicking on the subway.10:53 am. Scantron in hand, I ran into the testing hall. I had less than 15 minutes to fill in my information and complete the test. Everyone else was 3/4 done, but I had just came in!11:18 am. The test was over. I barely filled in the last bubble, and I had no time to check my answers. I knew there wasn’t any way I scored well on that with how I guessed on the answers.And I was right. I didn’t score anywhere near the mean and you could even say that I flunked that exam. But you know? With all that running and speed walking and cardio that my unfit ass was forced to do, my feet were still perfectly fine. The shoes were very comfortable. It was the only working thing about me that day since my brain hurt and I had almost had a mental breakdown.
