Bare necessities...
Jan. 16th, 2003 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenThe history was oddness. Because of a screw-up in the photocopying, everyone had to do Section B before Section A, so it wasn't until forty-five minutes in that I realised how sadistic Section A was. I did the Germany option for B, and did all... right... not horribly, anyway, and managed to get an essay on something I knew something about. But Section A - sadism. Only one question, as usual, but in five parts - worth 5, 6, 9, 10, and 15 marks respectively. I have definitely fucked up the 5 and 10 mark questions, but I don't think I did too badly, seeing as I did do them all in an hour.
I may even have done better than last year (69% - ugh). Incidentally, I wonder why everyone says "last year" when referring to our last set of exams, when they were only six months ago.
It's strange, isn't it, how during an exam, you have to clock-watch obsessively, constantly thinking I have ten minutes for this question and that question and I have five minutes left, fuck... and afterwards, you look at your watch again, and suddenly realise the last five minutes do not represent five marks, or a paragraph, or the time taken to read through and check, they represent the amount of time it took you to stand up and leave, grab your things and just escape.
I travel light. I'm only carrying my pencil-case, CD player, phone, purse, and keys, and that's strange as well, because in general school life, I need a tonne of stuff. For exams, everything is stripped down to its barest essentials. Two years work is reduced to one exam paper, a school bag full of books and scraps of paper and pens and pencils and Tippex becomes a small denim bag with the fewest possible things, and a whole school day becomes come in, do exam, leave.
Leave. That's the best part.
I may even have done better than last year (69% - ugh). Incidentally, I wonder why everyone says "last year" when referring to our last set of exams, when they were only six months ago.
It's strange, isn't it, how during an exam, you have to clock-watch obsessively, constantly thinking I have ten minutes for this question and that question and I have five minutes left, fuck... and afterwards, you look at your watch again, and suddenly realise the last five minutes do not represent five marks, or a paragraph, or the time taken to read through and check, they represent the amount of time it took you to stand up and leave, grab your things and just escape.
I travel light. I'm only carrying my pencil-case, CD player, phone, purse, and keys, and that's strange as well, because in general school life, I need a tonne of stuff. For exams, everything is stripped down to its barest essentials. Two years work is reduced to one exam paper, a school bag full of books and scraps of paper and pens and pencils and Tippex becomes a small denim bag with the fewest possible things, and a whole school day becomes come in, do exam, leave.
Leave. That's the best part.