I am going to party like it's 1990 and we're not legally obligated to report child abuse!

Good news in, folks. Apparently, the lord of mercy and possibly incorrect test-checking has smiled down upon me, for I just found out that I passed my certification exam. Somehow. (Though I do not yet have the nifty little plastic card that says I did, so theoretically there's still enough time for the decision to be revoked.) I'm simultaneously terrified, disbelieving, and ecstatic, because there is a little voice in my head insisting that I am SUPER-EMT! Faster than a speeding ambulance, more crafty than your average passerby! Jumping around in cape and tights (but with my underwear underneath my clothes), waiting to save that woman about to be hit by a bus or that old man at the bus stop that will surely experience a myocardial infarction in three, two, one -

As E so kindly put it: God save the Virginians.


Also, I really need an AWESOME! icon. With that AWESOME! kinda feel. Does anyone have any suggestions?