I'm finished! Yes. I survived. It felt a bit like the Rapture, where the anticipated day would bring forth unimaginable events signaling the end of the world, yet, it went by without incident. That is how my last day of testing went.
In the mornings, I still wake up with a slight headache from gnashing and grinding my teeth. Anxiety is not so easily left behind. But there is no longer an alarm nor a clock by my bed. That's right. We're on Christina Standard time. Which means, I still wake up around 6 or 7 and try to go back to sleep.
Today, I went to SF with my parents to pick up some housewarming presents for my British hosts. I'll be going to England for a few weeks, to shake off the oppressive American common law. And to eat buckets of Walker's Roast Chicken flavored crisps. Mostly to eat crisps. On the way back, we're going to overnight in Amsterdam. Don't get excited, it's just where the plane transfers. But we're going to take advantage of the 10 hours by walking, eating, drinking, eating, and seeing. This is likely the last time I will ever be able to do a break-neck sight-seeing adventure. It's like the high school back-packing trip. Endless energy. 10 hours to see how the Dutch live. And eat herring. Yes, I said it. I want to eat herring. And frites. So many dipping sauces, so little time.
Back to the SF part: we went into a shop on Clement street that had EVERYTHING. EVER. It had makeup, backpacks, knick-knacks, underwear, socks, batteries, phone chargers. And that was only the stuff I could identify. It was tranny-hooker heaven. My mother said she got flashbacks of Shanghai or Beijing. Or maybe just China. It felt like the variety shops in China that carry literally EVERYTHING. I got a Hello Kitty back-pack for Rob's niece. Some novelty socks for everyone. And some ticky-tacky capri length tights for England. I anticipate wearing some ridiculous clothing. Maybe a lot of skirts. But I also anticipate it being cold and rainy. Thus appropriate leg wear will be the difference between frostbite and merely blue.
At Sports Basement, I bought some beautiful waterproof weatherproof hard-core snow boots from North Face for $48. And lightweight hiking boots for $35. Wonder why it was so cheap? Because my tiny, diminutive feet fit into children's shoes. I bought size 6 girl's shoes and they were still a bit too big. The lightweight hiking boots are for romping around the highlands and mountains of England.
And finally, in true SF fashion, I picked up some incense for the British hosts. It reminds them of SF. Just novelty items, purely emotive.
After finishing the exam, my motivation to do anything at all has absolutely evaporated. I can hardly be asked to dress myself in the mornings. And collecting my Barbri books? It's really not that difficult. I just have to make sure there are no embarrassing pieces of paper stuck between the sheets, put in a box, return to the Barbri office for a small deposit returned. And believe me, I WANT MY MONEY BACK. Stupid pieces of horse-feathers. Totally not worth it at all. If I ever need to take this test again, please shoot me in the face with a nailgun. And then tar and feather me.
On that note, I have to take care of my granola that is baking in the oven. Ah, the aroma of nut allergy.
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