A blurrr case

It was that close!

An incident of blur that nearly costed me – my grade.

I was taking my Legal Issues final paper, which contributes 40% to my final CGPA, when something totally unimaginably terrible nearly happen to me. I still can’t imagine what would have happened if this terrible thing did happen to me.


Anyway, the clock showed that it was time to stop my furious writing to finish up the essay question. Then I stood up, walked to the front of the examination hall to hand up my paper while shaking my worked right hand, hoping to shake of the pain and numbness of writing.


After that, I went out of the examination hall, and with a  group of friends proceeded to check my Legal Issues carry-on mark, which surprisingly wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Then, after collecting my assignment on the table outside the lecturer’s door, the thoughts of going back to my hostel was all that was in my mind.


I was on my way, walking past the examination hall, and all of the sudden I see my Legal Issues lecturer calling out to me and took me into the examination hall. Bemused, I followed him, having no inkling of what he wanted to tell me. Maybe some advice or last words, thought I.


He then asked the most unexpected question of all that caught me off guard that I jumped inside myself.


“Where is your paper?” he queried.


Not knowing what paper he was referring to, I shoved him the assignment that I had just collected outside his office.


“I mean your test paper,” he clarified.


Then it struck me. Not the realization of something, but a cold blow to my mind. Whatever could have happened to my test paper. I already handed it up, hadn’t I?


Worry slowly made its way into my mind as I retraced my steps back to the table I had sat upon, which was way back at the back of the hall. Weird, my paper was no where to be seen.


I rewound the chronology of events in my head. I remembered walking towards the front, seeing a group of students surrounding a lecturer, and making my way to my bag.


Stumblejohn! I think I didn’t hand up my paper after all. There’s only 1 possibility. I unzipped my bag, and lo and behold – the test paper!


It was a good thing that my lecturer had checked the number of test papers after the test, that I hadn’t head back to the hostel or that I passed by the examination hall again on my way back.


If any of those 3 elements were missing, I would be a goner. I would have failed the course. Wow, it was really close. And I’m thankful to my lecturer who counted the papers.


So see what blurness can bring you. Be extra careful, unless you want to be like me. Be mindful when you’re doing something, or you’ll probably end up like the me who didn’t get lucky.


Hope you’re not blur enough to not understand this post.

Source: A blur blogger