Spundig
And that's the final exam done. I think I may have botched it due to not putting enough comparitive stuff in it and I didn't have much time to do the topic essay at the end. Still, if it's enough to get me a B I'm happy. Any less and I generally won't be.
Now everybody's in the celebratory "Yay, exams are over!" mood. See, I don't do that. I'm not at all happy until I've got the results, which for me won't be for two month's time. I don't celebrate culmination of work until I know that it was all worthwhile doing. Sure, I'm glad I haven't any more work to do but it's more of a "I can rest, that's nice," feeling as opposed to anything approaching happiness in itself. I just can't do that. So now I have two months of pure boredom punctuated by panicky moments of tension. Splendid.
Roll on university.
Now everybody's in the celebratory "Yay, exams are over!" mood. See, I don't do that. I'm not at all happy until I've got the results, which for me won't be for two month's time. I don't celebrate culmination of work until I know that it was all worthwhile doing. Sure, I'm glad I haven't any more work to do but it's more of a "I can rest, that's nice," feeling as opposed to anything approaching happiness in itself. I just can't do that. So now I have two months of pure boredom punctuated by panicky moments of tension. Splendid.
Roll on university.