The First Exam
This morning I woke up at 3:30am, and I never got back to sleep. I spent the next hour praying frantically and almost in tears. Then I just lay there and thought till 6am. Then I went to the toilet and pooped. Then I read my Bible for awhile. Pooped again. Watched Angry Beavers. Pooped. Got dressed. Pooped. Ate. Pooped.
I tend to go to the toilet a lot when I'm nervous and worried. ;p
So by the time I got to Eastport (Heritage is too small a school to run exams, so we have to go to one of the public schools and do them there) I was a shivering wreck. I came very close to vomiting at more than one point. I ended up singing Istanbul (Not Constantinople) very loudly while jumping up and down to work off my nervous energy. The Eastport people gave me weird looks. Everyone in my class told me to shut up (funnily enough, I get told that a lot... ;p). Becky hugged and prayed for me. Duane was no where to be seen... I finally saw him walking when I was going into the exam. Since he gets extra time for his exams, he got to do his in a little room by himself, while the rest of us had to do them in a stadium-turned-huge-room-of-desks. He hugged me.
That was when I started crying. So I walked into the exam room blinking back tears. Go me.
Anyway, since they'd organised us Heritage people into two long rows (one for Advanced, and one across the hall for Standard). With a name like Baker, I got to sit right at the front. Yippee.
And English Advanced Paper One commenced.
I did about average in Section One. I think I got about 12 out of 15. I think I did pretty well in Section Two (that was the creative writing section). I hopehopehope I got at least 13 out of 15 there, because I did terrible in Section Three. That was the essay. :P I can't have gotten more than 10 out of 15 there. They asked about the consequences of change! No fair! I just studied plain old change! Becky did super in Section Three, of course. She even asked for a second writing booklet. *_*;
So I didn't do as good as I wanted/needed.
Since I spent my whole morning pooping, by the end of the exam, I was absolutely drained. Nothing left in me. Tottered around the place. Drove home (I past a fire on the way, had to drive over a firehose. First fire of the season that I've seen! Yay! New record! October!). Ate. Felt sick since I launched straight into a chicken sandwhich instead of starting off small. I felt alright for awhile, but I feel all weak again. I haven't done any exercise since Friday, but I just don't feel up to it right now. Maybe after dinner. I don't want to get too fat for my dress this close to the formal! I'm getting it fitted on Thursday!
I hope Senior Science tomorrow isn't so stressful. It shouldn't be. The English exams WILL be used to calculate my University Admissions Index. I've been doing so badly in Senior Science all year that I really doubt they'll use it. ;p So not so much pressure. And it's not essays. I HATE essays.
Hey!!! I was just on the six o'clock news! First story! I saw the Prime news guy taping us while we were sitting waiting for the exam to start, but I didn't know he taped us during the exam! Woo! I'm glad I wore my fav jacket. ;) And they zoomed in on Becky! Heh, maybe it wasn't so bad sitting in the front row after all. ;)
I tend to go to the toilet a lot when I'm nervous and worried. ;p
So by the time I got to Eastport (Heritage is too small a school to run exams, so we have to go to one of the public schools and do them there) I was a shivering wreck. I came very close to vomiting at more than one point. I ended up singing Istanbul (Not Constantinople) very loudly while jumping up and down to work off my nervous energy. The Eastport people gave me weird looks. Everyone in my class told me to shut up (funnily enough, I get told that a lot... ;p). Becky hugged and prayed for me. Duane was no where to be seen... I finally saw him walking when I was going into the exam. Since he gets extra time for his exams, he got to do his in a little room by himself, while the rest of us had to do them in a stadium-turned-huge-room-of-desks. He hugged me.
That was when I started crying. So I walked into the exam room blinking back tears. Go me.
Anyway, since they'd organised us Heritage people into two long rows (one for Advanced, and one across the hall for Standard). With a name like Baker, I got to sit right at the front. Yippee.
And English Advanced Paper One commenced.
I did about average in Section One. I think I got about 12 out of 15. I think I did pretty well in Section Two (that was the creative writing section). I hopehopehope I got at least 13 out of 15 there, because I did terrible in Section Three. That was the essay. :P I can't have gotten more than 10 out of 15 there. They asked about the consequences of change! No fair! I just studied plain old change! Becky did super in Section Three, of course. She even asked for a second writing booklet. *_*;
So I didn't do as good as I wanted/needed.
Since I spent my whole morning pooping, by the end of the exam, I was absolutely drained. Nothing left in me. Tottered around the place. Drove home (I past a fire on the way, had to drive over a firehose. First fire of the season that I've seen! Yay! New record! October!). Ate. Felt sick since I launched straight into a chicken sandwhich instead of starting off small. I felt alright for awhile, but I feel all weak again. I haven't done any exercise since Friday, but I just don't feel up to it right now. Maybe after dinner. I don't want to get too fat for my dress this close to the formal! I'm getting it fitted on Thursday!
I hope Senior Science tomorrow isn't so stressful. It shouldn't be. The English exams WILL be used to calculate my University Admissions Index. I've been doing so badly in Senior Science all year that I really doubt they'll use it. ;p So not so much pressure. And it's not essays. I HATE essays.
Hey!!! I was just on the six o'clock news! First story! I saw the Prime news guy taping us while we were sitting waiting for the exam to start, but I didn't know he taped us during the exam! Woo! I'm glad I wore my fav jacket. ;) And they zoomed in on Becky! Heh, maybe it wasn't so bad sitting in the front row after all. ;)