amarie24

The story is...basically as nerve-wracking as you think it is.

Umm...since it was summer semester, we had tests, like, back-to-back. Our final week, we had a whopping 3 tests and, yes, my anxiety was right through the roof and all the way up to the sky the week before. I'm not gonna lie: I could barely eat, barely sleep, barely think of anything but these 3 tests that I had to do.

Our first test, our final unit test was on Monday and I got a 73.

Our first final test, the wretched ATI, I got a 72. (I had a suspicion that it was a lil too easy because there were at least 5 of the same questions about blood transfusions, which I'm really, really good at...)

And our final, in-class exam...ya'll, that particular motherfucker was a whopping 125 questions with just 3 hours to complete. I did not sleep the night before the test, though I tried valiantly. I ain't even ate breakfast the morning of.

The night before, tho, I finished a nice, big comprehensive study guide and also sent it to my classmates in a mass email. They thanked me big time and we all studied pretty well, I think. Umm...I could still barely study, tho.

Not gonna lie.

So I finished up that final exam, answered that final question, hit the submit button and...

I got a 70.4, which my teacher later rounded to a 72.3 after tinkering a little/giving all of us some extra credit.

And ya'll, as soon as I saw that passing score...I just sat there and started crying. Just let it all loose and started crying and crying and crying.

My teacher, Mrs. N, came up beside me and asked, "Are those sad tears or happy tears?"

I somehow managed to croak out, "H-happy tears!"

She whipped a box of tissues in front of me, opened her arms wide and said, "C'mon, let's hug it out...let's just hug it out."

And that, my dear friends, is the story (in a nutshell) of how I passed while also getting tears and slobber all over one of my favorite teacher's expensive-ass blazers.

I just...I'm still in a daze. I'm still disbelieving.

I passed.

I done passed.