BIG Scare

Jumping To Conclusions

Jumping to conclusions is alllllways a dangerous thing - a thing that i'm very adept at. As was illustrated plainly yesterday when i got a phone call from uni, asking me to come up to see one of the professors.

Immediately, i panicked. I assumed that it was my worst fear being realised; that i'd failed my exams and that they were ringing to kick me out... (yes, i'm never one for optimism). I rushed out of the house, near hysterics, driving as speedily as i was legally allowed to get to Flinders.

When i arrived, my fears were brushed aside, to be replaced by new ones. Apparently, i'd switched handwriting styles halfway through my exam and they decided that i'd cheated. Somehow, i had to prove that both were mine. I had to copy out a block of writing in both styles for the teacher to compare. BUT the second one didn't match! I had to make the woman hunt for an inky pen, then try again - this time, it matched. The woman began to believe me. She just couldn't accept the fact that a person could have two such distinct writing styles... i didn't realise it was strange! Great, yet another abnormal thing about me (i'm rolling my eyes in exasperation here).

With the woman finally convinced, i was allowed to leave - albeit with a warning to stick to one style in the future. I had been terrified for nothing.

Ah well, all's well that ends well!

Annie