Did I ever say I wanted to do a math exam if I were to choose? You know what, I take it back. I take it ALL back. As luck would have it, I was one of many students who were chosen to do the math exam. And I was overjoyed to find out aswell. Well, that was 5 days ago.
Certainly you’ve noticed how this green meadow has been in lack of updates the past week. That’s merely because I’ve been studying for the exam. Or at least I tried my best to bring myself to do so. My study musé was hiding from me. My conscience is screaming at me, but hell I don’t feel depressed or nervous or anything negative at all. I never do with maths, and that’s the only good thing about it in this case.
I actually feel very relaxed, and I probably should be biting my nails in anxiousness like so many others I know will do right now.
You probably guessed already, but yes it went to hell and deeper than that. It probably went straight to the core of earth!
I’m not whining about a test like normal people do after EVERY test they have, no matter how they think it went. I don’t whine about tests, I always do fairly well. But hell this one really went to the pits of the burning underworld.
The tasks were unfamiliar, and I had to really THINK a lot to be able to do the ones I managed to do. I never had much geometry in class, and they just had to fill 1/4 of the exam with it, eh? Everyone in the room was struggling with the exam, I was not alone.
What’s funny is that Mai Linh had HER physics exam in the same room with us VG2 R1 students. She and four others. Her exam was the spitting image of mine, she thought it went too well. Gee. This will be the worst grade I’ve ever had in a millennia. I’m lucky if I get a 3!
Dangit. Dropping down from a 5 to a 3 really sucks.
Listening to: Alan Menken & Stephen Schwartz – Enchanted Suite (Enchanted OST)
Reading: The Dream Merchant by Isabel Hoving (Ne. Fantasy)
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I could hear the franting flapping of dozens of pages. The tension was overwhelming, and I could sense the steem of concentration emerging from the guy next to me. From the corners of my eyes, I could see him glancing over at my desk every now and then, surely to catch a glimpse of the rough outlines of the digits and letters on my own papers.