The Day Before Tomorrow

I heard somewhere (probably on television) that most peoples' lives come down to a few important days. Tomorrow is one such day for me. Match day was important, and the day of each board exam has always been important. For this upcoming board exam, there will be two important days, since the exam is one that stretches out over two days, 8 hours a day. That's the allotted time anyway, it would be nice if I wasn't actually stuck there for 8 hours a day.

I rented a car and drove to the testing site in Michigan. I find this site in Ann Arbor to be the most ideal one, since the Holiday Inn is located on the same perimeter road surrounding the local mall as the testing site. This makes it statistically much less possible to get lost (note my careful avoidance of the word "impossible" where directions are concerned). The car I rented was none other than the much-glorified Fiat 500 (I got it because it was the cheapest car budget would rent me, not because it was in so many Youtube ads).

I made it in record time (as usual) and spent the extra time getting lost while searching for the hotel. Upon check-in, I noticed a sign above the bathroom throne that read something to the effect of "If you forgot toiletries then we will gladly give you some". I remember a time in my youth when I would be so obsessed with free things that, upon seeing this sign, I would have easily marched over to the reception and asked for every toiletry listed on that sign, citing accidental exclusion of all of them from my luggage. Apparently, that time is long over. I'm glad it's behind me. I went for some food, and watched some He-Man (new version) while eating dinner. Upon commencement of my night routine (floss, brush, avoid slow painful death via gingivitis and acne), I unzipped my dopp kit (something every real man needs) and found the shaving cream bottle had been accidentally pressed open and had somehow caused one of the multivitamin tablets to disintegrate, leaving me with no shaving cream and tons of vitamin residue all over my toiletries. I marched straight to the receptionist and received a new razor and new canister of shaving cream.

The Step 3 is tomorrow. I find out whether or not I pass on June 5th. If I fail this one, there will be no bearing on my professional career. The psychological trauma, however, will be quite scathing.