History Exam tomorrow EEP!

History Exam tomorrow. Oh. Sh*t.

I’ve attempted to revise but it’s not really worked. It doesn’t go in when you have so much else going on around you that everything you attempt to memorise is just drowned out. I asked them all to just shut up, in the eloquent way that you can ask this when others are being inconsiderate… but to no avail nor compliance with my will. Neowwww! Neeeeow!!!!!!! Screamed the television, a car racing programme on today, being watched by my father. Others came and went. Noisy. Inconsiderate.

I’m off to do some practise papers in a moment. I would have done this ages ago, but due to the Art exam and the attention it commanded… I lacked the time.

So, a day before the exam, having only really revised today and yesterday, I sit here in a state of sheer terror as to what will come up tomorrow. The exam board (Edexcel) will not even provide a specification that we might revise from, so there is not even a slightest hint of help. Oh and on top of that, we didn’t finish the syllabus in lessons either. Great. Exam at 9am tomorrow, 14 hours left.

I am terrified. Thankyou, institution.

Surely education shouldn’t be this way? Unpredicted questions? I can tell you all sorts about British Parliamentary Reform, but perhaps I won’t be able to word it in the way you want me to. Does it mean I’m an appalling history student? No, it means I’m somewhat ill-worded and horribly, horribly stressed.

#########Where are my meds????###############

~ by Vicki on May 13, 2007.