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I have since recovered from last night's heartbreak, so I can post coherently about the O Levels being OVER al;sdkfjasl;dkfj Well apparently, not entirely coherently. Still, I am so insanely happy. After the Chief Presiding Examiner (this man who resembled a stick insect wearing a Charlie Brown shirt) said, "Time is up, pens down" during the Chemistry paper, this flood of joy erupted through me. I think if I focused really, really hard on it, I could actually experience orgasm. But that's besides the point.
In retrospect, I studied very little for these exams. I picked up my books for Lit and read through them a day before the exam only. In fact, the only thing I studied for, really, was Biology - and did it go well? Nooooo. -.- Not impressed, Cambridge, Not impressed.
It turned out that one entire question was based on an erroneous fact - that the width of the pupil would increase the nearer one went to a light source. Of course, if you have read the biology textbook and watched countless ER episodes like I have, this is wrong. Thus, heads will roll in England, flop plip-plopping-ly into the Atlantic, and land on East Coast Beach in Singapore like migratory coconuts.
Anyway, I'm going to go trash all my notes now. Had a lovely day of shopping with Sam where she confessed to me her secret, furtive love of Japanese faux-ghetto boybands (her words, okay) and then we went shopping. Life is good when you are Paris Hilton. Either that or it's full of sex tapes - but I'm not into that kind of thing.
P.S. IT IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In retrospect, I studied very little for these exams. I picked up my books for Lit and read through them a day before the exam only. In fact, the only thing I studied for, really, was Biology - and did it go well? Nooooo. -.- Not impressed, Cambridge, Not impressed.
It turned out that one entire question was based on an erroneous fact - that the width of the pupil would increase the nearer one went to a light source. Of course, if you have read the biology textbook and watched countless ER episodes like I have, this is wrong. Thus, heads will roll in England, flop plip-plopping-ly into the Atlantic, and land on East Coast Beach in Singapore like migratory coconuts.
Anyway, I'm going to go trash all my notes now. Had a lovely day of shopping with Sam where she confessed to me her secret, furtive love of Japanese faux-ghetto boybands (her words, okay) and then we went shopping. Life is good when you are Paris Hilton. Either that or it's full of sex tapes - but I'm not into that kind of thing.
P.S. IT IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!