In the style of Bridget Jones....
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hahaha I forgot my fucking prompt cards and had to do the whole fucking thing from memory.
If I wasn't hyper and in a strangely good mood I would be worried.
I think it went ok. Oh well, the Spanish one is the same time next week.
Showing posts with label exams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exams. Show all posts
Wednesday, 25 April 2007
Tuesday, 24 April 2007
post twenty - panic
It's exam time.
At one o'clock tomorrow I have a French Oral exam. On the British Education System, past and present.
I am so screwed.
At one o'clock tomorrow I have a French Oral exam. On the British Education System, past and present.
I am so screwed.
Saturday, 25 November 2006
post three
After I finished writing my last post on Thursday, I spent some time with one of flatmates, HT, talking to an old school friend from Venezuela. AT now lives in Leeds with her fiancé, but is hoping to come and visit us around Christmas time. I would sincerely love for that to happen.
About thirty minutes later however, HT walked in on me and my boyfriend JB in a very compromising position. I will never forget the look of pure horror that flashed across her face.
Yesterday was less exciting however. The exam I had was more difficult than I expected, although most of the beginners students left before myself and the rest of the advanced students, so maybe that says something. Before the exam I sat in the pub nearest the university with my girlfriend CJ, with HP joining us around an hour later, discussing spanish lecturers, french lecturers, travelling next year, and doing some revision.
Last night my flatmates JB, HP, HT and PJ went to the student union main bar to support one of our friends DJing there. Unfortunately, they put him on first, and in a tiny little side room, so there was no one else there listening to him. He was certainly a lot better than the girl that followed him.
One thing that got me were the strobe lights. They make me feel extremely weak and dizzy, and give me a terrible headache, so we left at around one am.
I am now staring out of the window overlooking my town, thinking that today is going to be a very grey day.
About thirty minutes later however, HT walked in on me and my boyfriend JB in a very compromising position. I will never forget the look of pure horror that flashed across her face.
Yesterday was less exciting however. The exam I had was more difficult than I expected, although most of the beginners students left before myself and the rest of the advanced students, so maybe that says something. Before the exam I sat in the pub nearest the university with my girlfriend CJ, with HP joining us around an hour later, discussing spanish lecturers, french lecturers, travelling next year, and doing some revision.
Last night my flatmates JB, HP, HT and PJ went to the student union main bar to support one of our friends DJing there. Unfortunately, they put him on first, and in a tiny little side room, so there was no one else there listening to him. He was certainly a lot better than the girl that followed him.
One thing that got me were the strobe lights. They make me feel extremely weak and dizzy, and give me a terrible headache, so we left at around one am.
I am now staring out of the window overlooking my town, thinking that today is going to be a very grey day.
Thursday, 23 November 2006
post two
The exam went OK, I think. I don't want to get my hopes up but I'm fairly certain of at least a passing grade. Unfortunately, I'm not sure the exam went well for everyone. CB did no work towards his exam whatsoever, and relied on his fluency to get through. To be honest, he did no research and I doubt that he will get a decent grade. YBG read all of his off the internet. My heart did go out to one of my girlfriends NA, who researched and presented hers so well, but stumbled over her words during question time. She left the room in tears. I felt horrible as I'm not great in those circumstances. I would be a terrible mother.
I now have to get on and revise for a Spanish Grammar exam tomorrow. The joys of student life.
My mother phoned today, in tears. Her arch nemesis, SM, has hired a private investigator to track her movements, and even mine. This woman now knows where I live, what my degree is in, where I'm going to be living next year, my phone numbers, my social security number, my bank details, and my email address. It's not even me that she has a problem with.
SM believes that my mother is the cause of her marriage break up. This is not true. I can't understand how this woman thinks she has any reason to do this. It isn't going to acheive anything. Her husband left her four years ago and is now with my mother. He still pays the mortgage of the house she is occupying alone, as their children have long grown up and left home. The poor woman must honestly believe that PM will go back to her. In some ways I feel sorry for her, although hiring a PI was the last straw in a long line of stalker like tendencies.
My mother shies away from conflict. I sometimes wish I was more like her. Unfortunately I take after my father. I don't posess the ability to back down.
I now have to get on and revise for a Spanish Grammar exam tomorrow. The joys of student life.
My mother phoned today, in tears. Her arch nemesis, SM, has hired a private investigator to track her movements, and even mine. This woman now knows where I live, what my degree is in, where I'm going to be living next year, my phone numbers, my social security number, my bank details, and my email address. It's not even me that she has a problem with.
SM believes that my mother is the cause of her marriage break up. This is not true. I can't understand how this woman thinks she has any reason to do this. It isn't going to acheive anything. Her husband left her four years ago and is now with my mother. He still pays the mortgage of the house she is occupying alone, as their children have long grown up and left home. The poor woman must honestly believe that PM will go back to her. In some ways I feel sorry for her, although hiring a PI was the last straw in a long line of stalker like tendencies.
My mother shies away from conflict. I sometimes wish I was more like her. Unfortunately I take after my father. I don't posess the ability to back down.
Wednesday, 22 November 2006
post one
I'm sitting in my room in North Wales preparing for an oral exam I have tomorrow in Spanish. I am nowhere near prepared for it, and I probably won't sleep tonight for worrying about it. I am tempted just to go to bed and leave it until the morning, but the exam is at 10am and I know I won't get up early enough.
I have never drunk so much juice in all my life. It'll all be worth it eventually though, when I finally get the good grades that I've been chasing all my life.
My car got vandalised today for the second time. I have never had this problem anywhere in Europe before, and it's a shame that it's happened here in North Wales because I am having such a wonderful time here. I have met so many interesting people and my studies are really interesting. I went to the local garage to pick up the parts I needed (last time it got vandalised, they bashed the hell out of it and stole the stereo, this time they stole the windscreen wipers and scratched the windscreen) and decided that my girlfriend (HP) and I could fit them ourselves. The instructions were non-existant, and we could not figure it out between us, so we headed back to the garage. It took the guy less than 30 seconds to fit all three. Never before have I felt like an inadequate woman. When we returned home, HP headed off to a lecture, and I had to restrained my flatmate and boyfriend, JB, from punching the people who live at number 11, as he thinks they are responsible. Honestly, I agree with him. They have never liked us, and always detested the fact that I park in front of their house, even though I have every right to do so, as there are no parking restrictions and they don't even own a car themselves. The car is now parked a mile up the road, in the only safe place in this town.
Have just watched a new programme on the shocking actrocities happening in North Korea. I can't understand how some humans can treat others. It makes me feel physically sick to think that people are being executed because they were fighting over bread. It does make me realise how lucky I am to be able to afford (to a certain extent) £30 to buy new wiper blades. My life and my troubles can be easily put into perspective. To think, I am sitting here worrying about an oral exam, when, on the other sided of the world, other are worrying about how they are going to feed their families tomorrow.
I currently feel very humble.
I have never drunk so much juice in all my life. It'll all be worth it eventually though, when I finally get the good grades that I've been chasing all my life.
My car got vandalised today for the second time. I have never had this problem anywhere in Europe before, and it's a shame that it's happened here in North Wales because I am having such a wonderful time here. I have met so many interesting people and my studies are really interesting. I went to the local garage to pick up the parts I needed (last time it got vandalised, they bashed the hell out of it and stole the stereo, this time they stole the windscreen wipers and scratched the windscreen) and decided that my girlfriend (HP) and I could fit them ourselves. The instructions were non-existant, and we could not figure it out between us, so we headed back to the garage. It took the guy less than 30 seconds to fit all three. Never before have I felt like an inadequate woman. When we returned home, HP headed off to a lecture, and I had to restrained my flatmate and boyfriend, JB, from punching the people who live at number 11, as he thinks they are responsible. Honestly, I agree with him. They have never liked us, and always detested the fact that I park in front of their house, even though I have every right to do so, as there are no parking restrictions and they don't even own a car themselves. The car is now parked a mile up the road, in the only safe place in this town.
Have just watched a new programme on the shocking actrocities happening in North Korea. I can't understand how some humans can treat others. It makes me feel physically sick to think that people are being executed because they were fighting over bread. It does make me realise how lucky I am to be able to afford (to a certain extent) £30 to buy new wiper blades. My life and my troubles can be easily put into perspective. To think, I am sitting here worrying about an oral exam, when, on the other sided of the world, other are worrying about how they are going to feed their families tomorrow.
I currently feel very humble.
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