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That's it with the interviews, I think. Eight people asked, and by that point I had to start repeating questions, so I think I will stop. I may, however, request interviews from the eight people...
And yes, the morning. I was too tired, as usual, and the exam was even more tiring. Unlike some people, I actually liked the questions. There was no advert, for once - there were two extracts from books, one from a cookery book from 1945 and the other from the Naked Chef by Jamie Oliver. We had to compare and contrast, as usual, and then there was the writing. As always happens, I ran way over with the reading, finishing it twenty minutes too late, and panicking because that meant I only had forty minutes to do the writing as opposed to an hour, and then doing the writing in twenty minutes and having way too much time to stare into space.
The problem with English exams is how draining they are. I was so tired going home, and so grateful I don't do geography. I walked to the station with Enid, Meg and Laura Baker. Enid informed me, "She doesn't like you."
Interestingly, I loathe her. Didn't have to say a word to her, which was good, and I got home at about twelve, and I'm so tired I could fall asleep right here.
And yes, the morning. I was too tired, as usual, and the exam was even more tiring. Unlike some people, I actually liked the questions. There was no advert, for once - there were two extracts from books, one from a cookery book from 1945 and the other from the Naked Chef by Jamie Oliver. We had to compare and contrast, as usual, and then there was the writing. As always happens, I ran way over with the reading, finishing it twenty minutes too late, and panicking because that meant I only had forty minutes to do the writing as opposed to an hour, and then doing the writing in twenty minutes and having way too much time to stare into space.
The problem with English exams is how draining they are. I was so tired going home, and so grateful I don't do geography. I walked to the station with Enid, Meg and Laura Baker. Enid informed me, "She doesn't like you."
Interestingly, I loathe her. Didn't have to say a word to her, which was good, and I got home at about twelve, and I'm so tired I could fall asleep right here.
