Maths paper 1 – So this is what a stroke feels like.
It wasn’t as bad as what I had thought it would be, but I wasn’t gloating when I left the room either. I kind of dreaded looking at the paper the second I got it, half expecting to see HIGHER LEVEL PAPER 2 written on it. Phew!
I had wanted to tick the “Answered through Irish” box on the paper, only because I could really have used the extra 60 or whatever percent they gave to those people. But other than “agus” or “crioch” that I see on road signs, I’m pretty much illiterate. So much for that.
*Algebra was ok. Nothing too complicated, although I did check my calculation of 5+6 in my calculator like 5 times just to be sure. In Philippines we were not at all allowed to use calculators so I was pretty good at calculations then… Thanks Irish education system
*Differentiation was not fun at all. My graph paper kept falling from my desk so I spent like half of the time bending over and picking them up. And I didn’t even use a single sheet. Oh, and did anybody else get a red string from the examiner. Or was mine totally recruiting me to Kaballah?
*Sequences and Series… my Achilles heel went something like this:
It was pretty hypnotic watching it tumbling and rolling like that. Though the examiner did pick it up and threw it out the window. Wet blanket much?
*Integration. The only thing worse than not knowing how to find the volume of a cone using integration or witchcraft, is reading how to do it five minutes before you get the paper, then not being able to recall it. Cue the massive stroke that left me drooling all over my answer booklet. Handing up a soaked exam booklet to the examiner was NOT my most graceful moment.
Wait did I even answer six questions? Ah, water under the bridge.