The Post Final Colloquialism

After certain final exams, the class as a whole feels roughly the same. Sometimes it is a wary hopefulness, other times it is a deep and abiding terror of the outcome.

In the latter scenario, in the hallways, in text messages, on Facebook, catastrophic similes abound and they all seem to revolve around scatalogical mayhem, various kinds of hydraulic systems and invasions of the person. It’s almost an implied contest to see who comes up with the most awesomely cringe-inducing line:

“I just got my ________ with a ________ made out of _________” or;

“That test just _________ my ___________ with a 2 ton brass ________” etc.

Well today was perhaps one of those tests that inspires that kind of madlib contest. There was a powerful storm during the exam. At times I hoped a tornado would touch down in the parking lot so that the test could be postponed. No such luck.

Anyway, BLS teaches you to keep moving even when you’ve just had your ass handed to you. See, I did it right there! (Except in a very PG-13 form).

Onward and forward, maybe not upward, but definitely forward.