That’s the way the cookie crumbles

reddirtlattes/ April 28, 2018/ Gulf Islands, Canada/ 4 comments


I’ve lifted my head briefly from my world of stories and sniffles. 

We outpaced all viruses all winter and yet I am felled right before my first exam. 

It started with my daughter who brought it home from school. 

She passed it to my son who shared it with me. 

So we all three are sniffling and aching and coughing while I study and study and study. 

And try to rest. 


Summer didn’t want to wait. From cold damp days to a scorching sun that had us racing for shade this week.

That’s the thing about mountain living on this island. You get colder winters and hotter summers. 

I think I am dreaming of a little seashore cottage. 

Still waiting for spring. 


We have hummingbirds fly into our house often.

They move so fast in the world, yet are so docile when I go to lift them up and place them back outside. 

I can reach out my hand and simply take one, and it will sit there and just be. 

It’s a bit how I am looking at this sickness right now that has come at the worst time. 

I’ve got my exams, and having to ferry over to another island to take them, and hotels to stay in, and it’s all so much if I let it be. 

Instead I am laying it down, like a hummingbird in a hand, and just resting my wings. 

Instead of struggling and worrying. 

Just letting it all be exactly how it is. 


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  1. Wishing you good luck and clear thinking for your exams. I hope you feel better quickly.

  2. Good luck with your exams. X

    1. Thanks, Jason.

  3. After 5 minutes talking with a student, I could tell whether they would probably do well on an exam. FOR YOU, it will be a piece of cake. With a cherry on top!

    Some of my favorite experiences taking exams:

    First final exam ever taken in graduate school, I lived three miles away from the campus. Just before I entered a two lane highway, I got a flat tire. Luckily, there was a gas station nearby, and they quickly fixed the flat. Arriving late for the exam when it was about half over, I noticed the professor looked different. When I turned my exam in, I noticed the professor was bald. All semester he was wearing a bad toupee. Later, it turned out that we became good friends and he became chair of my doctoral committee.

    First final exam ever taken in undergraduate school: Night before the exam, I stayed up all night, not a wink of sleep with fellow students, all taking No Doze, a stimulant, to stay awake. I arrived for the exam the next day, a 7:30 A.M. starting time, half asleep. A 100 true or false exam. When I finished, I rechecked my answers. More awake by now, I changed approximately half of my answers. After I finished, I groggily walked back to my dorm, began to cross a street right across from it, and almost got hit by a car. Oh, by the way, I received a B+.

    A couple of little known minutia about standardized exams: A. In a True or False choice question, taking the exam with your eyes absolutely shut, for each question answered, you have a 50% chance of being correct. You also have a 50% chance of being wrong. So much for what standardized tests really mean about your retention abilities.
    B. Increasing your odds of giving the right answer on standardized exams: Figure out the patterns of the exam. All of these kinds of tests represent a reflection of the person who made up the questions and choices for the correct answer. In many of the choices for an answer, there is a throw away choice in which no one would choose unless they were brain dead. These reflect the person who wrote the choices for each question increasing the odds a little bit for the student to get the correct answer. If anyone else who knew the choices in advance of the test nefariously increased the odds for a student to get the right answer, this would be called cheating. Go figure!

    You have a virus, Sabrina? Don’t worry. Since your final, if it is in a course in the humanities, it will probably be an essay, You have a fair amount of latitude in getting a decent grade because what you write involves making choices by you. When making a choice, one decides their choice reflective of all the clutter of information in your brain. What you choose from that clutter, how you organize it, what you perceive the instructor would find edifying or would like, writing something unconventional that will surprise the instructor by your creativity, that you surely have plenty of, all play a role in your success. So your odds are pretty good that you will celebrate that evening with your family.

    Nevertheless, good luck, and I do not feel the need to keep my fingers crossed. Besides, my arthritis would make that difficult. Seymour Schwartz

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