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May. 11th, 2009 02:54 pmRevision, or at the avoiding of it anyway, has started in earnest. My bed is covered in books and bits of paper as I have to get through a lot of my reading fairly sharpish. That's actually okay in itself; I do better if I just cram in all the information over a period of about two weeks, which is roughly how long I have. I have a big enough gap between subjects, meaning that I can devote all this time to the Cult of the Saints. Given it's a year long subject and I have two exams on it, this seems relatively sensible.
That said, I haven't done an exam in a year and I think I've forgotten how to revise. Or I haven't, I just forgot how bloody boring and terrifying it is; yo go over stuff you've already learned but at the same time live in a near constant terror at the idea of having to regurgitate it in in Younger Hall in a mere matter of three hours. And then you realise how long three hours actually is.
Anyway, I think the basic moral of the story is that these are technically my finals, but from another perspective they're not my finals in the scary sense of the word. And I basically stopped academically caring in Easter, as I basically reckon I'm just burnt out, and as the exams aren't until the end of next week, I can't muster up the sufficient panic that I normally get three days before the exam when I manage to read entire books in a manner like Superman.
Also, if you include SATs and mock-GCSEs (both of which determined the standard of teaching you got in my school, which made a big difference to the GCSEs you were entered into) then this is the ninth May in a row that I've sat indoors on a beautifully sunny day and tried to force my brain to learn something. I think I'll miss essays, and classes, and deadlines, when I leave uni, but man am I looking forward to leaving examinations behind.
Also I had a really filthy dream about Neil Gaiman last night. Whilst I am not averse to my brain giving me filthy dreams, the Neil Gaiman part was perplexing at best as I am not That Sort of fangirl. Clearly a sign that subconciously I am having issues with exams.
That said, I haven't done an exam in a year and I think I've forgotten how to revise. Or I haven't, I just forgot how bloody boring and terrifying it is; yo go over stuff you've already learned but at the same time live in a near constant terror at the idea of having to regurgitate it in in Younger Hall in a mere matter of three hours. And then you realise how long three hours actually is.
Anyway, I think the basic moral of the story is that these are technically my finals, but from another perspective they're not my finals in the scary sense of the word. And I basically stopped academically caring in Easter, as I basically reckon I'm just burnt out, and as the exams aren't until the end of next week, I can't muster up the sufficient panic that I normally get three days before the exam when I manage to read entire books in a manner like Superman.
Also, if you include SATs and mock-GCSEs (both of which determined the standard of teaching you got in my school, which made a big difference to the GCSEs you were entered into) then this is the ninth May in a row that I've sat indoors on a beautifully sunny day and tried to force my brain to learn something. I think I'll miss essays, and classes, and deadlines, when I leave uni, but man am I looking forward to leaving examinations behind.
Also I had a really filthy dream about Neil Gaiman last night. Whilst I am not averse to my brain giving me filthy dreams, the Neil Gaiman part was perplexing at best as I am not That Sort of fangirl. Clearly a sign that subconciously I am having issues with exams.
