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The inevitability of exams!

Exams are thrown at you as soon as you begin going to school. Don't get me wrong, I sincerely value my education and I enjoy learning but I strongly dislike exams. Since year 10 (since I was fourteen) I have either been learning things for exams, revising for them or actually doing them. The way we're assessed, I feel, is rather subjective to the examiner and plays to some people's talents and not others.

I find that if I am given a week or so I can right a substantially good essay, I will work hard at it and I won't hand it in late or unfinished. In exams, however, I panic and find it so hard to write stuff that is consistently good! I don't feel there is any strict criteria, so to speak, and it's hard to know what to do and what not to do. In all my AS subjects you have to know a hell of a lot of stuff (fair enough - it's AS level) but you have to have intricate and perfect phrasing and have to have extremely good essay writing skills, which I've had to work my bum off for!

The pressure, might I add, is also crap. Not from my parents, partly from school but mainly from life in general! If I don't do well then it's going to have an impact on what I do in the future and I find me self really struggling at  the moment. The support I have at home, at school and from people in general is brilliant - but it doesn't take away that blind panic I feel when I think of how behind I feel, of how I've sat in pretty much all my lessons this week and not been able to concentrate, of how my exams are so soon! It's terrifying!

I know I'll do fine if I work hard but when there are those concrete dates of hell looming, it can get a bit much sometimes and some things, such as jobs or social lives, have to give. But equally, these are things that we need to succeed in life and we have to have an escape sometimes, it's just difficult to find that balance sometimes.

Anyway, weird ranty-thing over. I hope all of you who are doing exams this Spring/Summer do well and may the odds be ever in your favour.


DFTBA <3

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