Last Monday was the anatomy test. I failed. I had two breakdowns in a 12 hour stretch. Big, embarrassing, terrible, sobfest breakdowns. Then I moved on with my life.
Last week, we got several points back on the exam. Of course I was still one question short of passing. I got a little frustrated, I met with the professor, I figured out my life. Then I moved on with my life.
This morning, they returned one more point. I passed. Great. So all the crying and the frustration and the tension headaches were pointless. Now I accept this demonstration in futility, pull myself together and I move on with my life.