First day of testing is over.

Today was my written test.  I did all the right things before the test. I got plenty of sleep, ate before I went, had plenty to drink, used my essential oils and was in the parking lot early to try and relax prior to the test.  As I drove up I notice people outside.  I thought a fire, something.  It was a drill.  I got out of the car and waited with everyone else. I prayed. The fire department left and we were allowed in the building. However, the alarms continued to go off for the next hour and a half.  We were told that we could reschedule. This is probably what I should have done. I did not I waited. Finally right before they were going to tell us to come back another day the alarms stopped.  I thought okay I need to do this.  I went in and took the test. I did not do as well as I wanted, but I passed.

 I should explain I am dyslexic and have testing anxiety. I was hurt. Not by anyone but myself but hurt because I did not get an "A". I got home and was down.  I began thinking why I passed, I can do better next time on the practical. This is something that I have been working on for the last year.  My instructors have accommodated me thus far and allowed me to test immediately when I arrived.  I just did not count on the events of this afternoon.  The lesson in all this sometimes it is not the grade it is just making it through.