Our worst nightmare.

In my college statistics class today, every table was given a tape measure and was told to measure our wrists and our ankles.

I have a mini panic attack, look my table up and down, and decide there is only one girl who might be smaller.

As the tape measure is being passed down the table, I can hear people comparing their numbers in milimeters. Needless to say, I am listening but do not want to be invited into this competition.

Finally, it is my turn. THANK GOD I am right and I am the smallest one at the table. Major disastor avoided.

...or so I thought.


Then we have to go around the class and announce out loud what our measurements were of our wrists and ankles to do some sort of statistics test with them.

Panic again. The numbers are being recorded on the chalkboard (yes a chalkboard, wtf). It was bad enough having to recite my size to my table but to MY WHOLE CLASS???


Our table is chosen last to say our numbers.
I say mine as silently as possible, and am then forced to repeat myself because I was TOO quiet. Way to fucking go.



In short, it was an awful experience and really one of our worst nightmares.



After a quick scan of the chalkboard, I realized that I had the smallest wrists in the class (thank fucking god). I had the second smallest ankles........ugh.



I have failed.

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