Exams – oh the joys!
With the maths exam looming that afternoon, the morning dragged unbearably. I’d had fifteen minutes of form, and yet I’d felt like I’d had, three lessons, twenty minutes of break and my hour long lunch. My first timetabled lesson was drama, a nice light relief I thought.
Nice light relief? In year eleven? I should be so lucky.
Nope, drama had been rescheduled, and I was forced to attend an extra revision session for…maths! Oh goodie.
Four hours to the exam and counting.
I was forced to leave my group to work out our next scene without me, and abandon my hopes of forgetting the exam. Don’t get me wrong, my maths teacher is great, but I’d had so many extra lessons, I was actually quoting his funny Scottish slang. So when the class was finally set free, I was actually pretty glad to get to physics. Today’s lesson was on series circuits.
“Hummm” I thought to myself. “I’m not too bad at that, and we might even get a cool experiment to do”
Guess again Livs! When he said series circuits, Dc. George (yes, my teachers name is Dc. George) actually meant calculating voltage and current from different points in the circuit.
Are you kidding me? I’d done so much maths, I felt like I had number shaped dents in my brain. I tried my hardest to tune into the teacher, but my gut had other ideas. I had that awful butterfly feeling, the one that sits right at the bottom of your tummy. I was so pleased when break arrived that it was untrue. I scurried to the canteen and quickly located my best friend. I pulled out a cookie and we began to discuss the exam. It’s always nice to know you’re not the only one who’s nervous. Our blissful break did not last long. In a mere fifteen minutes we were back in the maths foyer for yet another lesson of maths, this time at least, it was scheduled, so I wasn’t missing another lesson.
Two hours the exam and counting.
When you’re worrying about an exam, the lesson before should be somewhat relaxing. Just an hour where the dreaded e word was not mentioned. But my maths teacher had other ideas! He droned on about the exam for the whole hour which really didn’t help.
One hour to the exam and counting.
Me and my friend just groaned when we finally plonked our behinds on our usual bench. We nattered the whole hour, munching away through our monster sized lunches our mums had packed especially for the exam. The hands on our watches whizzed round like there was no tomorrow and the exam was upon us before we knew what had hit us.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling! Time up!
As usual, I had to wait all by myself. I’m always in my own little room because I use a laptop. The exam office came out and led me into the small computer room. I turned my nose up at the laptop. How the heck was I supposed to do a math exam on a laptop? After asking to do it on paper and five minutes later, I was ready.
I turned the first page, question one…not a clue. Question two…what on Earth? Question three…are you serious? I was screaming so loud inside my head, I barely noticed the fire alarm blaring out.
I looked up.
“Right, I suppose we better evacuate” the exam officer said.
A day in the life of me! Some of it…slightly exaggerated, but the two lessons of maths (and me quoting my teacher) and the alarm going off was completely true! Maybe not brilliantly written, but hopefully amusing…!