The test that almost KILLED me

Before I start my horror story, let it be known that neither I nor anyone else was harmed and everything is a-o-k now. Alright, lets begin!

So I got up nice and early at 6 am Saturday to take my ACT for the second time. I was really stressing about taking it even though I got a decent score the first time around. I had to schedule it at Indian Hills which is exactly seventeen miles away from my house because no other options were available, so getting lost was a definite worry for me. Anyway, I got ready for the big test and left my house at about 7:15 am, giving myself plenty of time to not only get to the test, but stop at Walgreens for some batteries for my very neglected calculator I keep in the glove box. Blah blah blah I got what I needed and then started my 25 minute journey down 275 towards Indian Hill. 

The road was disastrous and my visibility was as if I was looking through a cloud. Luckily, there weren't many cars on the road on that rainy Saturday morning. I traveled about ten miles when I realized I had forgotten my entrance ticket for the test and without it, I couldn't get in. Going into total panic mode, I tried to think if I had enough time to race home and grab it or if I had just flushed fifty dollars of my own money down a figurative drain. I needed to take exit 52 to get to the school and I was already at 50 so I decided I might as well get off the highway and call my folks to see what I could do. This exit was unfamiliar to me so I did not anticipate a curve. The cloud of fog and rain didn't allow me to see this curve until it was too late. I hit the wheel hard and then I felt it. Hydroplaning. It's one of the absolute worst feelings in my opinion. Losing control, my truck slid off the exit and into the grass a good 50 yards out. Before I came to a complete stop, my passenger side wheels lifted off the ground and I was almost positive it was going to flip onto the driver side. The passenger wheels met the ground again with a soft thud. I was shaking so hard that I couldn't even see straight. It took a while for my uncontrollably trembling hand to put the truck back into first gear and try to get out of this muddy mess and back onto the road. I finally managed to get moving and then pulled into a gas station where I then had a total break down. Long story short, I didn't take the ACT! 

I am so amazed that I came out of that one totally fine. What if I had been on a bridge? What if I was going five miles faster? What if? Luckily, it wasn't a huge deal because I was able to reschedule the test and it gave me a little bit of a wake up call on how quickly things can change.