I thought this helped me to do well on exams, that these items were somehow lucky. I now realize that the routine of dressing the same and using familiar tools helped to calm me so that test anxiety was not a factor.
Those red shoes went to Europe with me; they helped serve countless breakfasts at the diner; they got me to class and through tests. They eventually ripped through the heels, as all Chuck Taylors will do, and I had to let them go.
I have a new pair, now. They are black, with orange and red flames traveling up the front. For what new challenge will they be lucky?