peace out freshman year: part II, the finals death scare

Part two of the  "Peace out Freshman Year" series. and here is part I.

Post-death scare/end of finals celebratory dinner!

Alright, so the last day of finals was last thursday. I had a scheduled piano final at 8 AM that morning and my physical science final. Thursday comes and I'm up at 7:30 to go take my piano final. I rock it. Then I head over to the testing center.

Now, sometimes I feel really sick in the mornings. Promise I'm not pregnant. And the sickness didn't fail to show up that morning. I am mentally pep-talking myself to just power through it, because there is no way I am standing in that line again. So after about twenty minutes in line I feel like I am going to pass out. And there is just no way around this. I head to an upstairs bathroom to sit down. I walk in and do a double-take in the mirror: my face is BRIGHT red. no exaggeration, folks. It looked like a really bad sunburn. And guess what? On closer examination it wasn't just my face. No, no. It was my ENTIRE BODY. So that's why people were staring at me in line.

You know in Willy Wonka where the girl eats the pill and turns into a giant blueberry? That was me. Except I didn't take a pill. Annnnnd I'm not addicted to chewing bubblegum. And I wasn't inflating. And I was red, not blue. But the point still stands.

I called Karoline to come rescue me and after an hour or so it went away so I went back to take my test. Then once in the testing center, my phone decides to go off. Which wouldn't be a big deal if I had a normal ringtone. But no, I have "Like a Rhinestone Cowboy" as my ringtone. Long story. So it goes off (loudly) and everyone starts laughing. Awkward. And get this: some kid starts whistling the rest of the song. Oh, my life.