common sense evades me.
I've just been running around my college's campus. Today, I truly believed I had my final exam for Ilokano at 9:45-11:45. The previous night, I dutifully finished my study guide worksheets .
I take the bus to campus and the commute takes about 1.5 hours at the most. So, I woke up at 7, don't get out of bed until 7:20, scarfed down breakfast, and then headed for the bus stop. The bus came at 8:10 and I arrived at school at 9:10, woohoo I thought to myself, some free time to study. I walked up to my class to find complete strangers and another one walking into the class.
Uh-oh.
I'd assumed the exam was held in the same classroom the damn class was held the whole semester, apparently not. So I think, what the hell do I do!? I briskly walk to my the office building of my prof. I didn't have his cell number and I din't have any of my classmate's numbers (note to self, in the future, do so!). I ran up four flights of stairs and I found a bulletin board with his offfice number, I dialed the number and then I heard the damn phone go off nearby, no one answered. Then, I remembered the class talking about Saunders building so I ran over there. I didn't have a specific classroom in mind so I waited on the ground floor hoping to see any classmates or my prof walk by. Nope.
So then I walk to a library on campus (the very same one where I am writing this blog) and I send a frantic email to my prof stating alongside the lines:
"I don't know what class the exam is held. Another class was taking an exam in Moore 228 and I called your office but you'd already left."
(In my haste, I forgot to mention I accidentally deleted the email he sent about the exam schedule.)
I decided to stand-by the comp. I refreshed the page every minute, annoyingly enough the inbox rearranged to set the earliest emails in the front so I had to rever it back. I fliped through my inbox pages waiting for a message to come. Finally, a new message.
"Hi Christine,
The exam is on Thursday at 9:45-11:45 in Moore 228. If you want to take the make-up, the exam will be tomorrow at 4:30-6:30 at Webster 115."
Oh, the f-ing irony.
Lessons learned:
1. Be more cautious about emails I delete, especially if they contain the final schedule of the last few weeks of class (including when & where the final is)! Also, ask the prof or a classmate to resend it.
2. Get a classmate's number. In fact, get several.
3. Ask someone about the final exam info before you get all stressed out about nothing.
4. I am such an idiot!
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