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.