Not much time this morning, but first things first:
The Sandwich - smokey turkey and mozzarella with a lemon dill sauce served on a jalapeno cheese roll. Yeah. From a place called Pearl Street Station. Go there. Now.
So I took an exam on Saturday, an exam that I've spent a good portion of the last several months studying for. I'm getting my teaching license in the state of Texas and this was the content exam to teach middle school and high school English. I worked on practice tests, read over all of the material I was given. Felt pretty good going in. Did all of the things you are supposed to do to relax. Took Friday off, had a really nice, relaxing evening. Slept well. Got to the testing center early.
And then promptly bombed the exam.
Now, before you think this is just paranoia, let me tell you why its not. I'm not one of those people who walk out of every test thinking I've failed. I don't. I generally have a good feeling coming out of most exams and I'm happy to tell you I did well when you are whining about how awful you did. That's how I roll.
But a large portion of this exam consisted of things I wasn't prepared to answer, things that I did not prepare for. So, yeah. I'm not optimistic. Not the end of the world, but not a whole lot of fun either. I can take it again soon, to the tune of another $150.
So tell us about a time you completely wiped out on a test or exam.