I don't remember ever being so unlucky for an exam before.

two minutes before the exam, i realised i didn't have my entry proof so i'd to make a long arduous run in the heat to the general office to get one.
so much so, i even broke the golden rule of not walking across the track and field.

i arrived back at the exam hall sweaty and breathless, and realised the exam had started.
by the time i settled down, it was ten precious minutes gone.

okay, do paper.
take out calculater, press the 'on' button and NOTHING COMES OUT ON MY FREEEAGGIN SCREEN!
it was really my worst fears confirmed, a dead calculator on the day of my math exam.
so i spent the next few seconds pressing the button repeatedly and poking around frantically hoping to activate some kind of emergency battery.
and when all that didn't work, i started to bang my calculator on the table and finally, i saw a faint number flickering on the screen.

oh dear, i seriously though i'd die and cry right then and there.

anyway, i didn't even do enough to pass.

007 almost died today and technically she did.

let's hope she saves the day tomorrow.