The sun is shining, temperatures have finally reached double figures and, most importantly, my A levels are over forever. Though I'm obviously ecstatic about the latter fact, I can't help but feel that they went in a bit too quickly. When I got my exam timetable ( which, by the way, I lost after two weeks) a week between two exams seemed like forever. Let me tell you something: it flipping well wasn't. I had barely started revising and then it was like, oh right, I have an exam tomorrow. Brilliant.
I know that you aren't meant to reflect on how you think your exams have went once they're over but let's be honest, who doesn't? I'll give you a brief summary of how I felt they went:
Spanish- Pretty well as in none of the papers made me want to shoot myself. The AS oral resit was really amusing though, because I kept talking for about five minutes after the man had ended the tape. Eventually, after presumably sitting there in silence out of meer politeness and pity for the weirdo sitting in front of him, he was just like 'the oral is actually over now. You can leave.'
French- The prose wasn't exactly a hoot considering I couldn't remember the word for market, sailor or any other word on the paper for that matter. And the oral was, well, not really an oral at all. After successfully making it through the stimulus, I confidently started my presentation, reached the end of the first paragraph, and froze. And when I say froze, I mean I literally did not flinch a muscle. In the painful silence, the only thing I could think of was how the examiner was going to think I was verbally challenged and also that when I'd finished my presentation, I was probably going to be grey and wrinkly. I realize that I'm not making it sound like french went too promisingly, but generally it was alright. Let's just hope the examiner who conducted my oral doesn't see my immigration essay, which states that there are 44 million immigrants in France instead of 4.4. million. She may wonder how I ever made it to grammar school. Or any school at all really.
English Lit- You'd think that having had a teacher who thinks that humans are made of pork, that Arthur Miller was a rebel for wearing a bandana and who is honestly convinced she can predict an individual's fate would mean that I had no hope for this exam. Surprisingly, it wasn't awful, apart from Chaucer where I wrote an embarrassing pile of nonsense.
Now, I'm focusing solely on enjoying the summer- it actually feels fantastic to have four months of complete freedom in front of me and then, providing I get to University, I have the fun of being a fresher to look forward to.
It's slightly depressing that it's such a beautiful night and that I'm stuck inside because all my friends' exams still have not yet finished. To celebrate the end of Catherine's exams tomorrow night, we are being really cool and watching two episodes of lost on a Friday night. I am quite sadly looking forward to it. We are also going out to Box on June 6th with Saz, because she is pretending that her exams end that day when, in reality, they don't end until the 18th.
Bring on the beats and strobe lights.
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