"Politics is going to rape me so far up the ass, I'm going to vomit the definition of federalim."
I hate Winter exams. They always seem so surreal and unnatural. Because it's not even like you have anything to look forward to: "I'm going to sit in a room for an hour and a half and tomorrow I get to do the same thing - only in a different room with different classes!". It just seems to disjointed and odd, compared to summer exams.
Winter exams are held in classrooms, usually two classes per room, of different grades. t's pretty funny to see terrified Minor Niners next to spazzing Grads, especially one one exam is an hour, and the other is two and a half (guess which one was mine?).. Summer exams are held in the gym. Each June teachers, janitorial staff and unlucky students to lug desk from the North building, down two (or four) flights of stairs, across the mall*, into the South building gym.
Summer exams are intense. You're in this massive room with five or six teachers pacing up and down, the rows are lettered and divided into classes. Everybody rushes in, sits down at a desk (hopefully in the right row) and then a teachers announces over a microphone that the exam begins. Then, slowly, the grade nine and time time limits are called. Then the grade 11. Then the grade 11 history. Then the grade 12. Then the grade 12 English. Then the grade 12 History. It's intense. And the moment you leave, you run into the Mall and just start SCREAMING** because you've been stuck in a hot, smelly room in June and you're done school and everything is wonderful.
Winter exams, though... there's no screaming, no running, no freedom. You leave your exam, you feel like crap, you go home, you feel like crap, you blog about it. It's unfortunate.
Anyway, so I did the Gr12 English exam today. It's Board-wide, so everybody does the same thing - same passage, same prompts, etc. The first part was easy, even though I think I missed up the thesis. Oh well. The personal responsive, I was *this* close to saying my father died was I was 12, but I decided against it, as Ms Isaac met my father at parent teacher interviews. I did play the "child of divorced parent" card. We'll see how many sob points it gets me.
The essay? Shittiest essay I've ever written. My thesis was half-hearted at best, and it took me half an hour to freaking CHOSE A PROMPT. When Franklin announced that the time was up for the gr9s, I looked up from what barely passed as an essay outline and exchanged "HOLY SHIT I AM SO FUCKED" looks with J. Eves left first (10:55, I looked at her time-out). I was next (11:10) after I gave up trying to proof-read and just wanted out of there. She was waiting around, so we went to the washroom, chatted about how we failed and went to our lockers in the South building (the gr12 building, as most of our lockers are there). I gave Matt a ride home because he's been having a tough time and then came back. And started studying for politics. And then FELL ASLEEP STUDYING.
Then I took notes, gave up, talked to Evey and started to blog.
That was my day.
I'm going to go back to trying to memorize Section 91 of the constitution***. Kthnxbye.
* not the Rideau Center. I was confused for four months in grade 9 as to why people would walk all the way to Rideau just to eat some cake really quickly.
** or dancing, if you're me
*** "identifies 29 areas of jurisdiction as belonging exclusively to the federal government"
Winter exams are held in classrooms, usually two classes per room, of different grades. t's pretty funny to see terrified Minor Niners next to spazzing Grads, especially one one exam is an hour, and the other is two and a half (guess which one was mine?).. Summer exams are held in the gym. Each June teachers, janitorial staff and unlucky students to lug desk from the North building, down two (or four) flights of stairs, across the mall*, into the South building gym.
Summer exams are intense. You're in this massive room with five or six teachers pacing up and down, the rows are lettered and divided into classes. Everybody rushes in, sits down at a desk (hopefully in the right row) and then a teachers announces over a microphone that the exam begins. Then, slowly, the grade nine and time time limits are called. Then the grade 11. Then the grade 11 history. Then the grade 12. Then the grade 12 English. Then the grade 12 History. It's intense. And the moment you leave, you run into the Mall and just start SCREAMING** because you've been stuck in a hot, smelly room in June and you're done school and everything is wonderful.
Winter exams, though... there's no screaming, no running, no freedom. You leave your exam, you feel like crap, you go home, you feel like crap, you blog about it. It's unfortunate.
Anyway, so I did the Gr12 English exam today. It's Board-wide, so everybody does the same thing - same passage, same prompts, etc. The first part was easy, even though I think I missed up the thesis. Oh well. The personal responsive, I was *this* close to saying my father died was I was 12, but I decided against it, as Ms Isaac met my father at parent teacher interviews. I did play the "child of divorced parent" card. We'll see how many sob points it gets me.
The essay? Shittiest essay I've ever written. My thesis was half-hearted at best, and it took me half an hour to freaking CHOSE A PROMPT. When Franklin announced that the time was up for the gr9s, I looked up from what barely passed as an essay outline and exchanged "HOLY SHIT I AM SO FUCKED" looks with J. Eves left first (10:55, I looked at her time-out). I was next (11:10) after I gave up trying to proof-read and just wanted out of there. She was waiting around, so we went to the washroom, chatted about how we failed and went to our lockers in the South building (the gr12 building, as most of our lockers are there). I gave Matt a ride home because he's been having a tough time and then came back. And started studying for politics. And then FELL ASLEEP STUDYING.
Then I took notes, gave up, talked to Evey and started to blog.
That was my day.
I'm going to go back to trying to memorize Section 91 of the constitution***. Kthnxbye.
* not the Rideau Center. I was confused for four months in grade 9 as to why people would walk all the way to Rideau just to eat some cake really quickly.
** or dancing, if you're me
*** "identifies 29 areas of jurisdiction as belonging exclusively to the federal government"