Because I was in the hospital when they were giving the exam, I got a phone call from my teacher while I was laying in the hospital bed watching daytime soaps informing me that not only was the ever awesome Mary Tyler Moore a fellow Type 1 who was living with the disease, but also that I didn't have to worry that I was missing 3 days of sitting through 6 hours of testing.
No silly #2 pencils.
No little filling in circles within the lines.
No writing three 5-paragraph essays based on pictures.
AND No making it up later!
It was pretty awesome as a 9-year old to rub that in my friends faces two weeks later.