Actually, there were only about five that I knew I bombed on (one being so elementary that anyone who could spell Two Buck Chuck would slap me).
Between studying for every test on earth and being in the middle of a major IT/web project at The Day Job™, I have had nothing remotely approaching a social life.
I was raised in a beer and spirits environment (North Philly isn't exactly known for its wine culture), but when I discovered wine, I was hooked and fell madly in love.
It was comfortable enough in the shade, but the shade was rapidly retreating. Fortunately, it's a dry heat. Not unlike a blowtorch.
My happy over-achiever psyche is gnashing because I really do want to know where I finished. I’m used to 90s and above, so this makes me crazy. But don’t get me wrong…I passed! I'm happy!