Long time no post. Oops.
I had a Maths exam on Monday. For those of you that are English, it was a GCSE. For some reason unbeknownst (is that a word?) to me, our school decided that the top three sets should take it early. Well, great plan, guys. Except you gave us some mega-easy mock, and then the exam?
So fricking hard!
I normally don’t panic in exams. No, that’s a lie – I normally don’t panic before exams. I panic when I see the questions. Maths exam, first ten questions, cool as a cucumber. I can do this!
And then I turned the page.
By the end of the exam, or by the time we walked out anyway, I had broken down in tears…. twelve times. I’d accidentally eaten three ibuprofen tablets (instead of two) on an empty stomach (instead of ‘with or after food’) not very long before the exam, so I was beginning to feel really nauseous. And I’d left out enough questions to ensure that the absolute highest mark I could get in that paper was 80%.
I got home, skipping an English revision session because of the nausea, and pretty much had a nervous breakdown. Didn’t manage to make it into school the next day. Spent it revising for the Calculator paper instead.
When you get to the point where an exam can make you cry – when your rubber with a calming Bible verse is confiscated (how can you cheat with a verse?) – when one exam can cause a nervous breakdown…
Surely this is the point where we should stop having exams?