Lucky loser

Uff, uff. I passed the statistics exam finally. It was a big drama. I was lucky that it was my third attempt. (It means the last attempt.) If I failed I would be expelled from school. Hmm, actually I failed the written part, but the examinator agreed to give me a chance at the oral part anyway. He is a very wise man that sees that some girls simply cannot understand this subject. I amazed him by my knowledge of Classic definition of probability and Correlation coefficient (both really basic stuff) so he let me pass this bullshit exam (with the worst grade possible).

I was so tired afterwards that I could not even celebrate it. I had only one tequila, one beer and some soft drinks. I was sitting silently in a pub with my friends, still shocked, pale in my face.

I really appreciated help of all my friends that supported me that day and before. One of my best friends was sitting with me for three and half hours there on the floor in front of the classroom when I was waiting for the oral part. She gave me a new talisman (I call him Blíblau) and she was repeating with me all the theory again and again. Actually we really had fun there (I don’t understand how it was possible).