Well, I am ashamed to say that I think that I bombed the lab practical. I've never done a lab practical before. Basically, you move from station to station. You have 1 minute at each station. A station might have nothing, in which case, you work on the portion of the test that is not related to IDing rat parts and pieces. I go down through the test and answer the questions that I know first of all. Then I go back to ponder on the questions that I might have to think about. This particular test asked you to draw a picture of a serous membrane, label the parts, discuss the purpose. It was easy. EEEEEEEasy. I skipped it because I needed to think about how I was going to draw this. People. I handed in the test without going back to it. At the end of the lab, I was packing up my books and notebook and stuff, and I caught a glimpse of my notes on serous membranes, and my jaw dropped. I realized what I had done, and I wanted to simply drop my head to the table and weep. But there was no time for that. I had to move on to the lecture portion, and the next test. That test, with all the chemistry and stuff, the one that I worried so much about, that test, I actually think that I may have done well on. I am afraid to say that out loud, however. After that grueling morning, I walked out to the car. Cara's car, actually. She was borrowing mine. Mine has automatic headlights. Hers doesn't. Yep. You guessed it. Battery was as dead as the rats on the lab table. At that point, I did cry. Just a little. And then I borrowed a phone to call Tim.
So yeah, I feel like I did okay on the second test, but then again, I'm kind of prone to being a complete and utter dumb ass, tripping over the details of virtually everything. Hard telling, until I actually see those grades with my very own eyes.