That Half Mark.

I had been given loads of closely typed sheets of paper. They were the questions and answers for an upcoming exam.
I could not be bothered to read through them all, despite the fact that doing so would greatly increase my chances of passing. I remember this sort of thing at school, just not making the effort. Taking my chances as it were.
This sort of thing resulted me in failing my 11+ exam by half a mark. Thus I was channelled into the realms of manual labour or, at a push, blue collar work.
Another half a mark and I would have been ushered into the fabulous world of the white collar lads. Or so I imagined.
Life is full of these nodes.