Yesterday, I went to my night class to write the exam. I was one of the first few people done. I walked down the stairs to the examiners to hand in my sheets. The stairs are orange with a gold bar at the end for people to see where the stairs are. Handy things, those. The carpet where the prof stands is brownish in colour. As I stepped off the orange stairs on to the brownish carpet, I thought to myself: "I think there�s one more stair." Seemed odd to me that there�d be a brown stair with no gold thingy, but my brain thought it saw one, so I thought I could either ignore it and take a normal step and stumble a bit if there is a stair OR I could take it like it is a stair, and do that weird stumble if you think there�s a step and there�s not. You know what I�m talkin� about. Anyway, so I took it like there was a stair, which was good, because there was one.

However, there was also another stair, which I didn�t see at all. Next think I know, I�m throwing my exam papers at the examiner, my glasses are flying off my face, and I�m on the ground. In front of 150 other people. Normally, I�d be mortified, but really, I was just happy not to wrench my already sore back too much. I got up, put my glasses on, and said to the examiner, "I�m just so excited to be done," and hopped back up the stairs and out of the theatre.