Feast on this amusing anecdote!

This morning, I rode the train to school, bright and early, to take the SAT. I met a girl ahead of time who didn't know how to get there alone and, upon one transfer, we ran into a guy from our school. The entire row of seats next to him was empty because it was turned upside down with the springs and metal innards facing upward. "Why don't we flip it over?" he suggested. Before we realized that it was flipped over for a reason, I had chunky vomit all over my sleeve and pant leg.

Imagine. Sitting through a four and a half hour standardized test, reeking of vomit. I got the lumpy bits off and took my sweatshirt off, but my leg was still damp with bile and nastiness. Mmmm. Vomit.

Fortunately, the SAT wasn't as bad as the experience of getting vomit on myself, mainly because it was dragged out over a mind-numbingly long period of time. The last math section sucked, but the rest seemed pretty okay.