Usually, I bring my pencil home, I have 3 in all. But, for some reason, I cannot remember not taking or leaving the pencil this time, neither can I remember the color. I got home and it was nowhere to be found. Strange, I know. Maybe its white with red writing.
All I remember was that I got a broken seat; it was a horrible wobbly white chair but the nice proctor let me have hers. God bless her. I would have left that exam with drained brain and broken hips. :mellow:
.....still waiting in Maryland. :madgo: