Lilac Colored Glasses

Despite the lack of comments yesterday, I’ll assume that I left you all in a state of cuticle gnawing anxiety over my exam and the state of things in general.  Cause that’s how I was feeling after coming home from my test on Monday.

I’m sure my stress level was higher due to the washing machine, which we originally thought was fixed but turns out the repair guy who fixed the electrics also tore the piping out of the wall, causing the kitchen to flood on Sunday morning and preventing me from doing the laundry I wanted to do before the funeral today (that got done last night and is in the dryer as we speak because Cabanadad said we could solve the leak temporarily by running the broken pipe into the toilet….yay Cabanadad, but no yay on the pipe that is electric taped to the toilet seat).

And it was probably jacked up higher still after I went to the doctor on Monday evening and found out that Luna scratched my sclera along with my cheek, which explains that constant “eyelash feeling” in my eye and the blurred vision when trying to read small print.

Between fretting over laundry (yeah I’m a regular Donna frickin frackin Mills, I know), applying antibacterial eye-goo four times a day and wondering what kind of score I got on my test, I wasn’t able to sleep until after 4 am Tuesday morning.  But that was okay because I slept till 11:00 which reduced that pulse quickening, vomit inducing, dizziness from sky rocketing blood pressure period of time called “anticipation” (or as I like to call it, a panic attack in a jar…my brain is the jar holding the panic in and a thing like this exam is the tack hammer that smashes the jar and lets my panic run wild until I’m able to pick up all the glass and solder it back together…only it’s harder to see the glass when your one eye is all cloudy with anti-bacterial goo).

Right.

The teacher told us on Monday that the results would be available at 4:00 pm on Tuesday.  I got up at 11:00, fretted for a reasonable amount of time, hopped on the bus and got a sandwich and coffee at the mall near the language center, read a book for a while and then headed up the hill to see the results.
When I got there I noticed an atypical lack of people milling around the entryway so I went inside and saw, written on a giant whiteboard: “Eindtest resultaten voor Nederlands voor Anderstallingen Woensdag na 10:00.”
Translation? Test results for Dutch for other languages Wednesday after 10:00 am.

Fuck me sideways.

I felt my brain reach it’s boiling point and bubble out of my skull and down my spine.  I think my eye started to twitch (the good one…the goo’d one just sort of slid around in the socket).  The two Portugese sisters, we’ll call them Jo and Mary, were already there, talking to the secretary (both sisters started out in my level 1 class but Mary failed level 3 and had to take it two more times while Jo has been in my classes the whole time).  Mary had complained that the all the teachers had told us the results were available Tuesday and that this was unacceptable.  The secretary (who doesn’t seem to comprehend impartialty…the bitch) told them both their scores.  Mary passed and is in level 5 now and Jo failed so she’ll have to take level 5 again.

Well, shit.

I typically get about 2 points higher than Jo on the ending grade.  She got 5 of 20.  That means I most likely got 7 or 8 of 20.  You need 10 to pass.
I’d love to tell you that after I went in and complained and explained that it would be difficult for me to stop by and/or call them because I’d be at a funeral all day that they had the same pity on me as they did on Jo and Mary and told me my result.

But that would mean that my week was going well.

And that’s not the current trend in the life of Lilacspecs.

Although I guess it could be worse.  I live in Gent.  There were people driving an hour from Antwerp or Brussels for their scores, so I’m sure it was much more annoying for them.  Good to know the language center has so much regard for paying students.

Fuckers.