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Jan. 21st, 2005 04:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolCOLLEEN SMASH! COLLEEN ROAR! COLLEEN FAIL HISTORY!
I wish I was joking. I really do. Okay, let's put this chronologically. Yesterday I finally got home, did no revision because I had no motivation to do so, went out to the America meeting which was quite fun in an 'oh, fuck' type of way (all jewellery must be removed for the two hour Pentagon trip. Erm, tongue piercing? Off to find acyrilic) and then suddenly it was Friday morning. Which was this morning.
Revised on the bus in a frantic "I AM GOING TO DIE" type of way, got in, discovered I seemed to be the only person is a room of Miscellaneous taking history. Well, poot. So I sat down. The exam started. I opened my paper. I actually gave thanks to God.
"POPISH PLOT! THANK YOU, DEAR SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN!"
It may have been the one event I knew backwards. I was so happy. "The Popish Plot of 1678-81 was caused by religious tension and political instabilities in the Restoration Perod. Discuss." So, I start scribbling merrily I even did a past paper a little like this question, so I put down all the stuffI missed out on that one - Anti-Catholicism and hatred of Puritanism in English culture pretty much from Bloody Mary onwards, problems with Parliament, the king and the fact that Charles quite like the UBERCATHOLICDICTATOR Louis XIV and the whole Duke of the York thing. I'm sorry, that's complete gobbledegook if you don't know my history period. And then I scribbled down a page on the actual plot, and had a lovely little conclusion planned, and then it all went WRONG. Exams are... well, they let you finish off your sentence. It's traditional. Because I was the only one in the room on that time period (an hour and fifteen minutes) she came over to me and wouldn't let me finish of my sentence. I completely fell apart over the ending ANYWAY and now I just end it with "... with which" FUCKINGBITCHWHORETRAMP. I AM NOT HAPPY.
So, I walked out in a virtual state of shock, escorted down the corridor so I could not talk to people, but I don't think I would have done. I was in a sort of "oh my fucking shit I have completely and utterly just only got half marks at best" trance, god led into a room of completely solitary confinement for ten minutes and left alone. Got out MP3 player calmly. Got out media revision calmly. Stared it. Realised those strange drops of water on the paper were coming from my eyes. Realised that a. was crying and b. resembled tragic Mary-Sue and it was high time to pull myself together. I allowed myself a few moments of Tragic Self Pity (TM) and then pulled myself together by stabbing myself in the hand with a Biro.
Yes, I really do think in fandom terms all the time even when I'm crying over academia. That last sentence has just doomed me to the geekdom for the rest of my existence, hasn't it?
I then was allowed into a room with the other people wh had extra time, or exam clashes, or whatever, as now we'd all taken the appropriate exams. It's all very complex. So, we all sat there and bitched. I was the only history student, but it was nice to see how badly the maths exam went for the poor other people, and that it wasn't just me panicking. I had my Tarot cards read -how do those little cards know? What was scary was the way in which Laura managed to just pick out the exact meaning, and it wasn't even vague - it was really definite how she picked on the exact meaning and it all fitted together.
After that, I did my media exam. I'm unsure how I did in it, honestly and truly. I don't think I did as ell as I could, and that's my own fault - quite simply my notes weren't detailed enough and for some weird reason they seem to form an essay plan. How did that happen? If they try and follow it, it won't work, though - it's far too spread out and I have loadsa rap I put in on the spur of the moment. The real challenge is going to be if they work out I made up the vast majority of it. *coughs* Real focus group? MADNESS I SAY. (Okay, if I fail this one I've bought it on myself.)
Fail is too strong a word. I can tell you now I won't get a U on any of these exams. I wouldn't make promises past a C for either of them. A B would be grand, but damn, I've got the taste for A grades now.
BAAAH.
~Hathy_Col~
I wish I was joking. I really do. Okay, let's put this chronologically. Yesterday I finally got home, did no revision because I had no motivation to do so, went out to the America meeting which was quite fun in an 'oh, fuck' type of way (all jewellery must be removed for the two hour Pentagon trip. Erm, tongue piercing? Off to find acyrilic) and then suddenly it was Friday morning. Which was this morning.
Revised on the bus in a frantic "I AM GOING TO DIE" type of way, got in, discovered I seemed to be the only person is a room of Miscellaneous taking history. Well, poot. So I sat down. The exam started. I opened my paper. I actually gave thanks to God.
"POPISH PLOT! THANK YOU, DEAR SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN!"
It may have been the one event I knew backwards. I was so happy. "The Popish Plot of 1678-81 was caused by religious tension and political instabilities in the Restoration Perod. Discuss." So, I start scribbling merrily I even did a past paper a little like this question, so I put down all the stuffI missed out on that one - Anti-Catholicism and hatred of Puritanism in English culture pretty much from Bloody Mary onwards, problems with Parliament, the king and the fact that Charles quite like the UBERCATHOLICDICTATOR Louis XIV and the whole Duke of the York thing. I'm sorry, that's complete gobbledegook if you don't know my history period. And then I scribbled down a page on the actual plot, and had a lovely little conclusion planned, and then it all went WRONG. Exams are... well, they let you finish off your sentence. It's traditional. Because I was the only one in the room on that time period (an hour and fifteen minutes) she came over to me and wouldn't let me finish of my sentence. I completely fell apart over the ending ANYWAY and now I just end it with "... with which" FUCKINGBITCHWHORETRAMP. I AM NOT HAPPY.
So, I walked out in a virtual state of shock, escorted down the corridor so I could not talk to people, but I don't think I would have done. I was in a sort of "oh my fucking shit I have completely and utterly just only got half marks at best" trance, god led into a room of completely solitary confinement for ten minutes and left alone. Got out MP3 player calmly. Got out media revision calmly. Stared it. Realised those strange drops of water on the paper were coming from my eyes. Realised that a. was crying and b. resembled tragic Mary-Sue and it was high time to pull myself together. I allowed myself a few moments of Tragic Self Pity (TM) and then pulled myself together by stabbing myself in the hand with a Biro.
Yes, I really do think in fandom terms all the time even when I'm crying over academia. That last sentence has just doomed me to the geekdom for the rest of my existence, hasn't it?
I then was allowed into a room with the other people wh had extra time, or exam clashes, or whatever, as now we'd all taken the appropriate exams. It's all very complex. So, we all sat there and bitched. I was the only history student, but it was nice to see how badly the maths exam went for the poor other people, and that it wasn't just me panicking. I had my Tarot cards read -how do those little cards know? What was scary was the way in which Laura managed to just pick out the exact meaning, and it wasn't even vague - it was really definite how she picked on the exact meaning and it all fitted together.
After that, I did my media exam. I'm unsure how I did in it, honestly and truly. I don't think I did as ell as I could, and that's my own fault - quite simply my notes weren't detailed enough and for some weird reason they seem to form an essay plan. How did that happen? If they try and follow it, it won't work, though - it's far too spread out and I have loadsa rap I put in on the spur of the moment. The real challenge is going to be if they work out I made up the vast majority of it. *coughs* Real focus group? MADNESS I SAY. (Okay, if I fail this one I've bought it on myself.)
Fail is too strong a word. I can tell you now I won't get a U on any of these exams. I wouldn't make promises past a C for either of them. A B would be grand, but damn, I've got the taste for A grades now.
BAAAH.
~Hathy_Col~
