I tested positive for TB.
I thought to myself, “Who in the world couldn’t have the decency to keep their germs to them-fucking-selves?” At first I figured I might have been exposed on the public transit, but then I realized I hadn’t had a TB test since I came back from China in ‘06. Regardless, I should count my blessings that though I tested positive for TB, I no longer have to take the TB test (I dislike needles) and I have latent TB as opposed to active, which would have most likely hindered me from attending college. In the mean time I have to take medication accompanied with a B6 tablet which I have been failing miserably at for the past day or so, but I figure it’s only for nine months. Of course, the cons is that I could develop Hepatitis, jaundice, and a bunch of other conditions that aren’t so great. You lose some, you win some.
Speaking of college, I also took my placement test. It was the pits. I made the mistake of assuming because it was the last day that there would hardly be any students at the testing center, turns out, every one was as much of a procrastinator as I was. So the more kids, the more anxiety. I couldn’t do it, so midway through the writing part of the test, I freaked out and started answering randomly, and the math, I didn’t even bother. The good thing, is that I can always retake the placement after each semester, so if I placed in a class that is going a bit too slow for my liking, I’ll take the tests again in December or January. The math I’m not too worried about though, considering I didn’t really learn much in high school before taking the GED. I figure I can use the time to learn thoroughly what I missed out during that time.
