Exam Results... suck.

TO DO LIST:

1. Make Christmas list

2. Tell parents about maths test result

3. Drastically reduce Christmas list


Seriously. The yearly exam... and I failed. Never failed an exam before in my life, and I screw up this one.


Technically speaking, if you mark it out of questions I actually answered then I didn't do to badly - 40.5 out of 52.

However, the exam was out of 100, so I'm screwed!

See, here's how it went down. Let's start by saying that nervous and panic induced asthma and maths exams are not a very good combination!!

The day of the exam:

Enter the big corridor leading to the exam hall. Shuffle furiously through notes, trying to remember everything. Flick through summary sheets, of which you have about 20, and remember that this is the most important maths test of your life thus far and you're dead if you mess it up.

Enter exam room. Sit down. Pull out lucky sonic screwdriver, twist lucky armband on wrist, touch everything a multiple of 8 times, wipe the thin film of sweat appearing on your forehead. Begin nervous breakdown.

So there I was, sitting in the exam room, barely breathing, unable to leave my seat to get Ventolin or anything, so I had to sit there are breathe as best I could. Continuing on:

Open the front page. Breathe in, breathe out.

Open the second page. Breathe in, breathe out.

Open the third page. Whimper internally. Oh yeah, breathe.

Realise that you are royally screwed and ready yourself for the first page.

Get about two thirds of the way through and hear "pens down, everyone". Die.

You realise as you flip through your exam that you missed 48 marks worth of questions in your sheer panic and lack of oxygen.

You get the exam back a few weeks later.

You refuse to look at the mark, so someone tells you for you... AGAINST YOUR WILL!

You realise that you'll be shot when your parents find out.

So, here's my plan: write a note, put it on the table one morning, go to school, gauge rental reaction with the angry text/phone call you receive during the day, judge whether or not to go and kip at a friend's place for the night...

Bye
~Pia