Well, I got up at about five today, and I was surprisingly relaxed. That is  an odd thing about me, I almost never get nervous about a test. Like, ever. So I woke up and immediately started doing what every Exam-ridden student would do: I read the book Dave Barry Turns Fifty. So, at about seven fifteen my mother says that it is time to get ready. I get ready and all, and we leave. During that trip I am reminded THREE times that I have a final exam. OK, this exam was worth one fifth of my grade, and I forgot about it. NOT. So I go to the class, and everyone is there early studying and asking questions, except for, of course, the teacher. Fifteen minutes before class starts she arrives (she is normally there an hour early) and we all get into the classroom. Know, it is interesting to see who studies how. For example, we had one person with note cards, the people next to me were reviewing the notes, people were asking each other questions and harassing the teacher with details about the final. So I was there, and I decided to read the year Nineteen Sixty Two out of the Dave Barry book.  The good student knows not to stress out over an exam. On further reflection, a good student also knows the wisdom of studying and reviewing. OH, well. not much I can do about that now. Either way, I know I passed. You may be asking yourself: "How does he know he passed his exam?" And to that I would respond: "Well, I had prayed right before the exam for about thirty seconds, and I also had my lucky Euro". You may even ask, hypothetically, of course, "What does a Euro have to do with anything?" To which I would say that it has absolutely nothing to do with anything, with sole exception that it was given to me by my best friend before she left for Europe and it is INCREDIBLY lucky. Crazy lucky. Don't let the secret out or else the next presidential candidate will want to take it so they might have a prayer of beating Obama, which obviously they do not, given that Obama is, in fact, Obama. Anyway, this Euro has given me this super luck and I remembered it for the exam today. What this Euro did not do, however, was make me work faster than normal. So three hours after starting the test, I finally hand in my copy. Yeah, you read right. Three hours. That's, like, one hundred and eighty minutes, which is about ten thousand eight hundred seconds (don't quote me on that, I am tired and I am not sure I can do math any more. I found that after the last day of school, after math class, I did not know how to do anything beyond: 3+4=7 or something, and so I find it incredibly hard to figure out anything as I need fingers to count past six). So anyway, I come out of the exam and immediately I am late for something else (as opposed to being slowly late). After coming home I find that I need to go home and use the computer, but my father was working in the home office, so I had to wait for him to finish his conference call to see if I could use the computer. Of course, it was one of the once-in-a-life-time calls that lasted for four hours. Or something close to that. Anyway, I got to watch my brother's slide show and then use the computer, and I really should be getting off soon, because it is past my bedtime . I will still get up tomorrow with no and only so all is good . I really like those emoticons. So now I will play BF2 for a little bit and get me off to rest.

Post Script- I will be making a Harry Potter Series Review Website very shortly, in which, amazingly enough, I will give a chapter-by-chapter review of the whole series. Just because I can.

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