I had an exam yesterday….one that I’ve been studying for forever. I was scheduled to take it at a specific place yesterday morning.
Let me explain that I know Murphy pretty well and he likes to show up pretty often….Murphy as in Murphy Law.
“Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”
It’s only a ~15 minute drive to the test center. I had planned on leaving 30 minutes prior to my appointment, but then I got a bit worried that Murphy might show up….so I decided to be on the extra safe side and leave an hour before the appointment.
Traffic was backed up on the highway due to an accident then I had problems finding the center. It ended up taking 45 minutes instead of the expected 15 minutes.
I had asked in advance several times if the test administrator would be willing to write things down. I was reassured that he would. Did he? Nope. I asked but he didn’t seem to understand why. He was pretty hard to lipread too because he kept looking away from me while talking.
At that point I was just glad I had made it to the center and INSIDE the center.
Upon my arrival I discovered the building was locked and you had to use an intercom to get inside. Well erhmm…shall we say…not deaf friendly.
So I’m standing outside pushing the intercom button and hoping someone will let me in. I can hear people talking over the intercom but can’t understand what they’re saying. It took a bit before they finally let me in.
Then I found myself trying to convince the test administrator that my cochlear implant was NOT a bluetooth with someone feeding me the answers during the exam.
Oy vey. Unfortunately some kids have had their CIs stolen by people who thought they were bluetooths. CIs aren’t….exactly….the cheapest things to replace.
So all I’ve been doing for a while is studying. I decided to just take a break the night before the exam so I could go in with a fresh mind. I went over to D’s place to just chill out and forget about genetics for a couple of hours. We both sat down to watch some TV and the very first 2 sentences that came up on the captions was something like this:
“Huntington Disease can be inherited within a family and you have a 50/50 chance of having it. You can have a genetic test if you want but some people decide they don’t want to know.”
This was Scrubs.
I just stared at the screen and laughed. It seemed like every time I decided to take a break from thinking about genetics I would find something about genetics. Magazine, friends asking me about their family history, TV shows, and blogs. It is nice to see that genetics is slowly seeping into everyday life and people are becoming more and more aware of it.
The whole process of preparing for this exam did remind me of how much I enjoy genetics.
I’m rewarding myself this weekend with Jodi Picoult’s new book “Handle With Care” which happens to be about genetics too! I can’t seem to get away from genetics! 🙂