lambs to the slaughter
10 days revising, 6-8 hours per day. All for nought. Nothing could have prepared any of us for that exam. The moment the invigilator ('proctor' for Americans) said 'time's up', I burst out in laughter, the kind borne in the face of absurdity. This is not that typical overachiever reaction where I say I did horribly when in reality, I probably did great. No, never before have I thought (in the midst of writing), 'I'm not answering the question, I'm not answering the question, but if I stop writing, I've got nothing!' Nita was a bit hysterical and Trygve was red with frustration. Suroor left immediately. I wandered around the hall, waiting for us to congregate for commiserating drinks at the SOAS bar.
There was definitely a moment where I wondered, 'have I just wasted a year?' I've noticed that there seems to be an inverse relationship between my academic grades and the amount of life experience I acquire. Nothing's free.
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Nothing's a waste either, it's all supposed to be that way.
your education is what you are supposed to get between classes and exams. when i was in the 12th we had this priceless physics exam. supposed to be 3 hours long. the longest anyone took on it was an hour. no one had any idea what to write. when the invigilator gave us the "pens down now" there was a moment of silence... and then the explosion of 21 people laughing hystericaly at the same time. i think we all passed btw!
I hung out with Mel once, that was waste.
it will all work out. it always does, besides these are the exams that we so fondly never forget.
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