The Exam Chronicles: Part One

I'm not even quite sure if anyone is interested in knowing how I'm doing with my exams because it's a pretty depressing concept, but you know, this is the only thing I have to blog about, so therefore I will tell you how everything is going during this week of student hell.


The Week of Torture Exam Week started on Monday, technically, with a study day. I was in the library for 12-6, essentially spending a school day there, trying to study as much as I possibly can. I wrote a few failed essays and goofed off with Mary as a way to relieve stress. These were two pictures we took in the library because we were bored:

Mary and I goofing off as I tried to study some Biology. Key word being tried.

Mine and Mary's practice English Essays; I thank God mine isn't readable, it was that bad.

And thus, came Tuesday, which hosted my English and Health exams. I suppose it was lucky I did the aforementioned practice essay, because by the time I saw the essay topics in the exam, I realised I had technically done one of the topics twice already - once for the essay assessment task, and in the practice essay. I bet you can guess which essay I did in the exam, LOL.

I actually finished it in 45 minutes, so I was extremely proud of myself. Still am, actually. It's probably going to be considered too short, but it was around two pages and readable, so I still think I deserve kudos for that. 

Then it was language analysis.

I'm pretty sure that thing I submitted is as far from the 'coherently structured essay' that I was asked to write as Pluto is from the flipping sun. I kid you not. I seriously have no idea what the hell I wrote in that thing. I can't bring myself to regret it though, because I finished it and it was also readable, but I probably didn't do so well on that.

Then, after a ridiculously short recess because it was Tuesday and they dismissed us from the English exam late, we were forced back into the exam hall for our Health exam.

I seriously thought it was going to be longer. We had an hour, and it was in a neatly shaped booklet... until I found it was seriously only 3 A4 pages! 

The whole thing was out of 100 marks, but it was crazy. It was just like this little thing and was all questions where you had to list things, and I flew through it, after thinking I needed to sort of rush through it because it was all in small print and stuff like I did for English... and then I finished half-an-hour early so I sat there drawing on my hands.

But everyone finished just as quickly, so after a while they collected our exams and we just started screaming "AWWW YEAAAH WE'RE FINISHEDDD" as we left, so a teacher yelled at us, but not before she said "I'm really happy that you've finished your exams." Bless.

Anyway, so proud of my efforts I only wrote up a cheat sheet for maths (and not even a thorough one) last night, it threw it right back in my face this morning.

Today was my Day of Hell. I have been calling it this since I saw the drafts of the exam timetable. This morning was my maths exam, followed by economics, and then by biology. And if you know me, you would know exactly why I thought it was the Day of Hell, and not just because it's the only day I have three exams.

I didn't finish my maths exam. I'm pretty sure I failed, and if I just pass, it will be some sort of fleeting miracle. It was hard, it was difficult. The circle theorem questions didn't make sense, and there were TOO. MANY. STATISTICS. And there was a bum equation like what was that even. No one finished it, so I'm not too concerned, so if I'm going down, heaps of people are going down with me. But oh, God. Now I have to deal with my teacher's judging face...

Sometimes I wish I was better at maths. Everyone in my family is good at it except me and they'll speak some math language and I'll just be like 'lol 1+1 = 2435'. Because I suck. 

Next was economics. I was being tested by my friends and I kept giving them blank 'what's because I had no idea what I was doing and I was freaking out because I was going to fail and that meant 20 pages of blank pages, because, yes. The eco exam was twenty pages long.

Surprisingly, it wasn't so hard, but there are probably things were my teacher's gonna be like "WHAT IS SHE EVEN SAYING" you know, because I'm me. This is will also happen when my bio/science teacher gets my bio exam, because that happened again.

I, along with around 10 other year ten students, stayed behind as everyone went home because I had my biology exam, and some people had the food tech exam. So yeah. It wasn't so bad, but my writing calluses (yes, I grip my pen hard enough I essentially have like blisters on my hands) and the exam finished at 3:25 pm. 3:25. School finishes at 3:20.

So yeah. Here I am, a few hours later, allowing my brain to recover. I had some cake, which is good for the soul. And I alerted my mother to the fact she shouldn't be surprised that I failed my maths test because I am a daughter and I told her not to get her hopes too high up because you know, I am a disgrace to my family when it comes to mathematics. Ask me a Greek Mythology question or a book question or even sometimes a science question, and I'll be like YESSSS but maths? LOL no.

.... That was a mini rant at the end there. I just have a lot of unexpressed feels.

I think I'm going to stop there and add in a read more because this is ridiculously long. I'll probably blog about the science and media exams on Friday, when I get home or something. I GET TO LEAVE SCHOOL AT RECESS THOUGH. How great is that?! I mean, some people don't have to come to school altogether on Friday, but I'll take what I can.

Yours in weirdness,

Tash.