I PASSED I PASSED I PASSED!

Yes – insert the “NEENER NEENER NEENER” dance approximately…. here. *shining grin*

So, we drove up to Anchorage, Dad and Don and I, and much hilarity ensued. Ok, I studied the whole time, but they sure snickered a lot – I swear, boys *never* get over their locker-room humor and such, do they? *L* And then we went to the Mooses Tooth for lunch while we waited for Don’s wife to call to be picked up. A couple hours later found us – ok, *me* – bowing at the foot of the Magic Coffee Machine ™ and begging that the MCM ™ keep me up and ready to continue to study when i was already exhausted after a night of.. you guessed it, studying.

So i’m a “cram” style studier by nature, what’s your point? *L*

The owner of the BnB (and the MCM ™, the lucky wench) was having a birthday party that night, and I made my appearance enough to help sing happy birthday, then otherwise continued to read through my THREE YELLOW LEGAL NOTEPADS of notes on Life and Health insurance, flash my flash cards, and reread the state regs, and the sections that I felt wobbly on. Then, after ANOTHER visit to the Magic Coffee MAchine ™ I snuck past papa moosie who was snoring already, mere moments after his head hit the pillows, and went up to the computer to once again take the online test on the site [that kept crashing last night right in the last 1/3 of the test THREE TIMES IN A ROW] in order to get my “guarantee pass” score.

Which i did, getting an 82. Which meant if I failed today, the company would pay the retest fee. So I was a LITTLE more relaxed. Then I tried to sleep.

Tried, being the operative word. Tossed and turned and tossed and turned, and slept from bout 2am only to wake up at 5am, then finally sleep deeply…. only to wake up to the most ANNOYINGLY CHIPPER AND CHEERFUL SOUND EVER…. I hunted it down, to find that Papa was up already, and had left his PALM alarm on…. it was ALMOST a squieeeshed PALM. My god it was so. fucking. CHEERFUL! and we ALL know that Lessa? not a morning person.

So it was to the MCM ™ I trudged, and grunted hellos to people, and tried to wake up. After breakfast (mmmmmmmmmmmmbacon!) we grabbed our things and headed for Saturday training – which I skipped to, you guessed it, study. I spread out on the loveseat in the waiting room, and read and read and read and read and talked with people and read and listened to others’ advice and read and had someone say “Dude -you are so gonna kick ass on this test, girl!” and read and read and…

….then my alarm went off. and my heart stopped. and we packed up and Papa dropped me off at the testing center and I thought my heart would never start beating, and then it did and BOY was it fast! It flittered and fluttered and then? DROPPED into my stomach and decided to stay there and flitter and flutter until I felt the urge to puke, which I skillfully ignored, hating to puke more then anything else in the world – well, not really, but yeah. heh.

ANYWAY.

All signed in, and they confiscate my cell phone, purse, and sweatshirt, allowing me only me, my clothing, and my green pen, and drug me to the dungeon…

Ok. So it was REALLY just a very dimly lit quiet room with individual computer testing stations, each individually lighted, and only the sound of (panicly calm) breathing. At least we were all still breathing! So, I settled in, read those first fateful screens, and then! then! well, I’m bound by the confidentiality statement to maintain the integrity of the test and reveal nothing. Suffice it to say, however, that the tests gives you 2 hours and 15 minutes to complete both sections. I took two tests – life and health. I finished *both* in 1 hour 30 minutes – with taking the break in between while they que’d up the second test.

Yeah – it was fast.
Yeah – that kinda worried me.
Yeah – I still refused to go back and double check anything for fear I’d start changing things.

SO! After the second test – having already received one rather shocked look that I was done so quickly and telling them not to give me the results of the first test until after I finished the second, and now getting a second look of surprise that I was done already, I grabbed the counter, put my head on it, and said “ok. NOW you can tell me. How bad is it?”

He clicked away at the computer, reached back for the paper, and said “well…” and STOPPED… and I reswallowed my heart again… “you passed the first one.” WHEW! I started to grin, and stared at my lil passy paper, and then he said “….and…” and stopped AGAIN! and then _I_ looked at the printer, and saw the back of the paper, and looked at the back of my pass, and started to REALLY grin, and he said “…You ALSO passed this one.”

I am not ashamed to admit to doing the “neener neener neener” dance RIGHT THERE!

So after the paperwork and the fingerprinting (at which time the guy told me if i ever WERE to commit a crime, not that i WOULD or anything, that i’d better wear gloves because my fingerprints were LOVELY and CLEAR and I’m also not ashamed to admit I was a little fluttery as it’s the nicest compliment from a guy I’ve gotten in forEVer even if it was about my fingerprints…) I called EVERYONE I could think of:

Most of which went like this…
“*siiiiiiiiigh. Hi…”
YES? AND?
“Well. I’m done.”
…that was fast, AND?
“siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIII”
YOUSHITYOUPASSEDDIDN’TYOU?
“PASSED! BOTH! NEENER NEENERNEENER”
*many congrats and bubbly relieved thankyous*

((Hey, with all the smack I’d talked and shit I’d slung? I HAD to pass. *LMAO* and thus also had to gloat just a LIL tiny bit when I did! *grins*))

…and then we celebrated at Applebees and dropped off my paperwork and drove home and

HORRAY! I PASSED!

and holy hell I’m exhausted. *collapse* I’ma sleep GOOD tonight! Thanks for all the well wishes and stuff guys! I’m glad to have done ya proud!

And my, don’t I have the LOVELIEST fingerprints you EVER seen?
(hhahahahah! you TOTALLY thought I’d be posting a picture of them, didn’t ya? not!)
((oh yes. sleep is a necessity. *L*))