It became clear to me that preparing for comprehensive exams has caused a temporary memory lapse for my brain. Suckery. On my way to campus this morning, I got halfway to the highway before I realized that I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring or my engagement ring. I generally don’t sleep in these because they snag on the sheets, and I take them off while I am getting ready in the morning so I don’t gunk them up. I had to turn around and go home to put them on, lest I get a bunch of weird questions and have to do some serious explaining to my classmates. So I was late.
Then, during my break I went to the campus library to look for some books, none of which they had, of course. I was about to leave to go to class when I looked in my purse and realized my cell phone was missing. I apparently lost it on the infamous third floor, which is designated the “quiet study” area. I had walked through so many shelves on that floor it was sort of impossible to retrace my steps. I went around looking for someone I could ask to call my phone for me, but everyone I saw was… asleep. Either that or locked away in a “group study room”, likely waiting to have sex with someone, or so the rumor goes. After frantic walking I eventually found the phone perched on a shelf at the very last rack of books in the building. So I was late again.
Pair this with 6 straight hours of class half-filled with other students venting their stress about comps, and a borderline grade on my first IQ scoring protocol (which I struggle with anyway because I lack the serious focus and attention to minute detail that it calls for), and I was so ready to be done by the end of the day. I was thoroughly surprised and thrilled when I came home and found a vase of flowers on the table from John. <3. Hours of studying and a package of Sour Patch Kids (oh sweet relief!) later, I feel a little bit better. Though I fear that I have to kiss my working memory goodbye until after Comps.
