Of course I was hysterical about it. I never ever ever missed a test. But that wasn't even the worst part about it. There were no makeups. No matter what I said to the professor they wouldn't make an exception for me. It made me mad. Incredibly mad. Madder than I had felt in a long time. I couldn't believe that after all of that hard work I did, all of the A's, the perfect attendance, the extra credit, and my professor wouldn't make one little exception for me? It was ridiculous. And poor Jack... well I ended up taking out all of my anger on him.
I realize now that it was stupid and unfair of me I mean after all it was completely my fault. I should've just told him I had to go so I could get my sleep but when it happened I blamed him. I stormed out of class looking for him which wasn't hard because he was sitting on a planter right outside the door like he always was. Not even on the bench right next to it, the planter.
"I missed my test! I failed it because of you and now I won't be the top of the class anymore! It's all your fault! You kept me up with all of your stupid phone calls, you kept me from studying and sleeping because you're selfish! I never want to see you again!"
After I yelled in his face, in front of all of the other students, I ran to my car as fast as I could trying not to cry. I know this seems silly to be so upset of something so stupid but when I was there it meant the world to me. One ding like that and it messed up my perfect score that I had sacrificed all of my time for. I guess I was just in disbelief that something I had worked so hard for could be ruined in the snap of a finger.
