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Tuesday 22 November 2005

Oh my gosh, I AM going to flunk out of school!

So forget the part where I thought I was doing well in school. I got my score back from the timed XHTML/CSS test we did a couple of weeks ago and I totally, totally failed. Like, by a lot failed.

I will end up living on the streets of Nottingham in a refrigerator box. Even the cats will shun me. Then I will be shot in the crossfire of gang warfare, which they have in Nottingham. And no one will care.

I guess I'd better go talk to the prof, so that he doesn't think that I'm actually okay with this. It was quite a horrible shock. When I talk to him, maybe it would help to say something like, "Excuse me. You appear to have made a mistake here, because I don't actually fail things. Ask around." Or, you know, maybe I'll go back into the computer lab and follow the directions for the test again (I still have them) to prove that I can do all that stuff, even if I couldn't do it that day.

It's not like I blew the test off or didn't prepare. All he told us to do was be sure we knew how to do the stuff we'd learned in class. And I did! I reviewed all the class exercises and everything! Only in the beginning of the test it turned out that I saved the wrong thing to use as my Doctype. So none of the pages I created were validating and I started getting all worried and spent tons of time trying to figure out what the problem was when I should have just moved ahead. By the time I figured out what I'd done and went in and retyped in the correct Doctype coding, there was only like 15 minutes left to do everything else, and it all went to cr--rubbish. (We only had 50 minutes for the whole test.)

Ugh. I am doomed. Dooooooomed!

I called WR, all despondent and ready to throw myself under a truck. He was very sweet about it. "Well, look at the bright side. This proves you're not a geek." Also he offered to take me to IKEA this week, so that I can look at and touch the pretty things there and eat the Swedish meatballs. It will be a balm for my wounded soul.

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