The Universe isn't plotting against me, after all.

Soooo.... yesterday at 9 am, jacked up on caffeine and having done the unthinkable- the all nighter- I sat at a desk in an auditorium, pencil in hand, ready to answer 135 questions about Neuroanatomy. The all nighter is unthinkable because your brain SUCKS after about the 5th hour in a row of nonstop frantic cramming. I really slacked for this exam, leaving all the learning to the last minute. So, I took the exam. EXHAUSTING. After the exam I was pretty convinced that I did terribly.

Then I lost my cell phone. Couldn't find it anywhere.

Went to a bar with a bunch of people at noon. Yes, I should've gone home and taken a nap, but I felt the need for a drink, to erase the nagging thought that I failed.

So everyone ate. I wasn't hungry (strange).

I looked for my phone a little more. I thought I had left it in my friend's car, so I called her, and nothing.

It sucked.

And then, almost as if the Universe was watching me for its own entertainment (giggling like Ashton Kutcher) it was all over. A friend IMed me to tell me that the exam key was up. I graded my exam, only to find that I scored 80%, which I knew, without a doubt, was a passing grade. Shortly thereafter, I received an email saying "I spoke with a woman who found your phone. Call her at...." DOUBLE YAY!

And then, today, another quasi miracle happened. As part of a Georgetown outreach program for a church, I tutor a 9 year old boy once a week. Today, by some miracle, he actually didn't behave completely terribly. He's a good kid, but he really likes to mess around with me (and I let him). He always runs away and hides, and as all the tutors escort the kids to the bus, he makes it a point to run ahead and roll down the hill and jump off the ledge and do pretty much anything cirque-de-soleil worthy. I don't mind but I know if the chaperones or director of this tutoring program sees it, I'm in for it. It makes for great entertainment, though : )

For the most part, though, I really like tutoring him. I love being around children, even when they get all "spawn of Satan" on me.

Maybe I was also more tolerant of him today because he said I look like Rachel Ray (I don't see it, but I like her!!!)

*yawn*

goodnight, not-so-cruel world