Physiology

I am writing this story because 1) I am going to be telling it tomorrow when I do a test review 2) my roommate Erica told me I should 3) it is funny and 4) finals are happening this week.

So last time that it was finals I had an unfortunate experience. It all started the first day of finals. I got up early in the morning and studied for several hours for my nutrition 201 exam (which I did really well on and now I am the TA for the class) and got that out of the way pretty early in the day. After taking that test I started studying for my chemistry exam. I studied and studied and studied all day. It went to take the exam late in the afternoon. I felt normal as I walked up to the testing center. It was in April so the weather was weird. It wasn't too cold or too warm so It was hard to decide what to wear. Anyway, the testing center was quite busy since it was finals time. I waited for a few minutes in line (waiting in line means the testing center was full and I later found out the testing center holds 650 people), entered the testing center, and found a seat where I could embark on a testing experience. This is where the story beings...

So about an hour into the test I noticed I was feeling a little weird. I felt somewhat hot but I told myself that was just because there were tons of people around and the sun was shining in the window. I continued testing which required me to really focus. At one point I felt a little dizzy but I told myself that I was just thinking too hard and, well, I didn't remember eating much that day so I was probably hungry. I put my head down for a minute and took deep breaths. I would be fine, or so I thought. When I decided to sit back up and start to take my test again I noticed I was cold and clammy. Something was wrong, very wrong. I knew at that time that I was going to throw up. The thought crossed my mind that I would need to get out of there as soon as possible because throwing up in a testing center full of 650 quiet people would be the worst possible thing that could happen to me.

I grabbed my test. I didn't matter that I wasn't even close to being done, I would deal with that later. I started walking up an isle in the exact middle of the testing center. Suddenly the situation became more serious. I initially planned to get out of there as quickly as I could and go throw up in the bathroom but as I was walking in the middle of the testing center I knew that I had to make a quick decision. Did I want to puke in my purse or run to the trash can? Trash can. I ran as quickly as I could and made it just in time.... sort of. I threw up four times. The first time the accuracy wasn't the best because I had been running to get there. I made a loud disgusting mess and attracted the attention of, well, everyone really.

So I was sweaty and pale and pathetic. The people closest to me looked at me in complete and total disgust. I wasn't sure what to do at that point but luckily a testing center worker who was preparing to make her rounds came out at just that moment. I asked her if they had a rag in the office so I could clean up my mess. So I took care of all of that and got the heck out of the testing center as quickly as I possibly could.

On the way home I called my BFF Emily and told her that the worst thing ever had happened to me. She agreed that it was, in fact, the worst thing ever. Now I think that it is a funny story but at the time it was so horrible! Just last week I was at a party with some mission friends and one of my friends who knew the story brought it up in conversation and another person in the room said "That was you!? I heard about that and I have been making fun of you unknowingly ever since." Great.

Bad Blogger

So I am bad at blogging but the good news is that I am about to make up for it by blogging a few stories. I have been keeping a mental list of things to blog about from my life and now I will do it. Since I only have one reader and since I am sure that reader knows these stories, it might be boring but maybe someday someone will stumble upon my blog and get a kick out of it.