Exams and injuries.
Had Lyrical Ballads and Hamlet exams today.
I'm really disappointed in myself. I revised so much, I practically know Hamlet inside out (I can quote like, the entire of Act 3 Scene 1 from the infamous "To be or not to be" to "I am myself indifferent honest..." five minutes later), the question was great, my plan was great...
So I don't know what the hell went wrong but when I came to write the answer, it was vague, rambly, repetitive and kept coming back to the same point.
Argh!! I know I did badly in War Lit but at least I know I can blame that on the extracts we had - I came out knowing I couldn't've tried any harder. This is different.
And everyone talks about what they've written afterwards and everyone said how great and easy it was and I just wanted to cry because I messed up an absolute gift of a question.
I desperately wanted to come out with an A in every subject, but it's absolutely not going to happen. I think at this rate I'll be happy with a B in Lit and a C in German - if I'm lucky. =S
And even if I get one E and fail everything else I've still got into uni on the strength of what I did last year, so that's OK. It's just... well, I wanted to do well, you know? Meh.
Obviously don't count your eggs before they've hatched and it might be better or worse than I expect on results day, so I'm just trying not to stress about it and focus on the next exam instead. Which will hopefully go better because Philosophy's always been my best subject. And the WORST thing that can happen is resitting the year, which will delay uni but hey, worse things have happened.
*focuses on the bright side*
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On a funnier (though not for my poor mother) note, I spent the entire evening in A&E with my mother, who cut her arm open by falling over and landing on a nail on the way down. Ew.
It really was horrible. Her skin was all pulled apart and jagged and you could see bone. And she's there bleeding and I'm running around going, "OH MY GOD THERE'S BLOOD, YOU'RE BLEEDING, EW, EW, EW, IT'S HORRIBLE, YOUR ARM IS FALLING APART, DON'T LOOK AT IT, OH MY GOD WHAT DO I DO?!"
In the end, after throwing up twice and almost fainting more times than I'd like to recollect, all while my mother sat there utterly calmly, bleeding all over the place, I bandaged her up with a teatowel and made her some tea and got her down to the hospital.
So yes. Rach has a blood phobia and is useless in a crisis. XD
I'm really disappointed in myself. I revised so much, I practically know Hamlet inside out (I can quote like, the entire of Act 3 Scene 1 from the infamous "To be or not to be" to "I am myself indifferent honest..." five minutes later), the question was great, my plan was great...
So I don't know what the hell went wrong but when I came to write the answer, it was vague, rambly, repetitive and kept coming back to the same point.
Argh!! I know I did badly in War Lit but at least I know I can blame that on the extracts we had - I came out knowing I couldn't've tried any harder. This is different.
And everyone talks about what they've written afterwards and everyone said how great and easy it was and I just wanted to cry because I messed up an absolute gift of a question.
I desperately wanted to come out with an A in every subject, but it's absolutely not going to happen. I think at this rate I'll be happy with a B in Lit and a C in German - if I'm lucky. =S
And even if I get one E and fail everything else I've still got into uni on the strength of what I did last year, so that's OK. It's just... well, I wanted to do well, you know? Meh.
Obviously don't count your eggs before they've hatched and it might be better or worse than I expect on results day, so I'm just trying not to stress about it and focus on the next exam instead. Which will hopefully go better because Philosophy's always been my best subject. And the WORST thing that can happen is resitting the year, which will delay uni but hey, worse things have happened.
*focuses on the bright side*
--
On a funnier (though not for my poor mother) note, I spent the entire evening in A&E with my mother, who cut her arm open by falling over and landing on a nail on the way down. Ew.
It really was horrible. Her skin was all pulled apart and jagged and you could see bone. And she's there bleeding and I'm running around going, "OH MY GOD THERE'S BLOOD, YOU'RE BLEEDING, EW, EW, EW, IT'S HORRIBLE, YOUR ARM IS FALLING APART, DON'T LOOK AT IT, OH MY GOD WHAT DO I DO?!"
In the end, after throwing up twice and almost fainting more times than I'd like to recollect, all while my mother sat there utterly calmly, bleeding all over the place, I bandaged her up with a teatowel and made her some tea and got her down to the hospital.
So yes. Rach has a blood phobia and is useless in a crisis. XD