Ladies and gentlemen, four day weekend! Lovely. I bought myself a coffee and a cardigan to celebrate.. Before swiftly remembering that the Chemistry course has vast and altogether widespread corners of which I must visit, and Latin.. Oh Latin shall be interesting..
I am so unbelievably tired it’s disgusting. I didn’t get to sleep last night until nearing 1 am and then I was up at five to just read over the Biology course another bit. With the result that I am taking tonight off. Or at least until guilt overcomes my freeloving nature and forces me back to the books.
Jealousy reigns at hearing that some people have already finished, ‘snot fair! They should put the cores last.. So everyone finishes together.. Oh yes. Having said that, two exams left is a nice enough place to be. Just hoping that I don’t fall into Complacency Land in my head when it comes to the last ones.. You know just adopting the frame of mind that “ahhhhh it’ll be grand sure”?
That happens.. Oh well.
Okay, truth be told.. The Biology paper was GRAND. Like I did all the questions and was happy enough. Not feeling 100% about them but having said that I thought I had failed the pre and ended up with an A2. So I’m taking it easy and accepting the fact that no matter how many times I think back over questions or compare my answers to the answers of other people that I can’t change what lies inside that little sealed booklet.
Okay, was it just me or was that paper a tad amusing? Maybe my exhaustion has reached the point where I’m just silly, so true… For instance, the foxes. I was bluffing through the ecology you see and already I’m quite.. “chipper” in my exam tone. Kinda like a oh me oh my answering. Like the thing about WHEELIE BINS… So I wrote about how foxes can’t open a wheelie bin.. and may get crushed under one.. COMPLETE SPOOFING but then I got caught into a a fit of giggles at thinking of poor foxy under a wheelie bin…
Also, oh dear god.. my drawing of a womb was HILARIOUSLY terrible.. Like.. really you’d never think I have one.. I even had to add a note to the corrector apologising for my disastrous drawing skills. Final amusing part of the Biology exam was right on the last page,
“Why is it better to have two eyes?”
Well my brain here was torning between humming, “One is the loneliest number” and thinking about how pissed off this guy is..
Okay, I have gone mad.