Back in 1975, I spent 3 months as a freshman at St. Mary's High School in Manhasset, NY. My course load track was called "Latin/Biology" which was the hardest track you could take. It included 4 classes of French every week with one hour for study the other day.
I was a good student and studied for my mid-term French exam diligently--two nights before the test, in fact, and skipped the night-before cramming.
I went to the study period and came home to my mother asking me why I skipped my French exam; and then she informed me that the nun was COMING TO OUR HOUSE to discuss this situation.
All I could tell them that evening as my French teacher perched on our Danish modern couch was that I honestly forgot about the exam. (All was well when I got a 96 on the make-up exam.)
A few years ago, I went to the ATM in the lobby of the Grand Hyatt Atlanta and withdrew $100 from my account. It wasn't till I got to the Marta station that I realized I had taken the receipt, but not the cash. (All was well when I went back to the Hyatt and the money was still in the tray of the ATM.)
All I can say is that when I remembered that tomorrow is Monday, I realized I had forgotten about my Haiku Monday entrants on the topic of Tightrope.
I am so sorry, Haiku Monday friends! I will read your entries and be back with you shortly.
Thank God the Csar doesn't live close enough to pay me an indignant personal visit.