I have C2 maths tomorrow, arguably the exam i am least shitting myself about. When i say least i mean its still coming out but its not causing me to float up to the ceiling.
So i started today quite happy, large mug of tea in one hand, slice of toast in the other and i started work. started going through the book chapter by chapter then i came across a certain question sixteen on geometric sequences. I spent nearly an hour on this one fucking question until i gave up and moved on. Problem is it got to me so badly i kept making more mistakes. Misread my shitty handwriting and though 2/3 was 2/5 so spent another 30mins wondering what I'd done wrong.
This is my curse people, no matter how much i work i either get cocky or nervous and make stupid mistakes. So after those too epic questions i ended up punching the desk at random intervals. I was listening to Radiohead at the time (who are legendary don't get me wrong) but it wasn't exactly cheering me up, so i switched to Fat boy slim and instead of punching the desk i ended up dancing randomly. I've been doing this all week, whether its the pressure of exams or if its just my inner crazy person coming i don't know. Also apparently using capitals in the middle of sentences is a sign of being a phsycopath and I'm pretty sure i did that all the time in my last chem exam so i may get taken away in a white coat. Good times, maybe ill meet a giant native american who doesn't speak or a strict nurse with weird hair who knows.
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