So yesterday was the dreaded "hopefully-last-ever-but-we-all-know-how-these-things-turn-out-anyway" exam. It wasn't awful, it wasn't the end of the world, but then again Rocky 5 wasn't the end of the world but it was still pretty damn awful.
I mean for the amount of revision I did it went okay, it's basically three essays in two hours, two 25 markers and a 50 mark. I would say that the 50 and one of the 25's went okay.
But this is the bit that everyone was worried about, in one of the essays there are 5 possible different topic to write about, now they are genre, narrative, representation, audience and media language. Basically we were okay with all of them except media language. As long as that didn't come up we were pretty much golden. All that had to happen was for media language NOT TO COME UP. I mean it was a 1 in six chance that it would. That's really small right?
So when I turned over the page to see that media language was there I had to stop my self from laughing from all of the audible groans in the room and and the shaking of people's heads. Now I had a plan to stop this from being a problem for me, so I finished to two easier parts of the paper and went onto the troublesome bit. Now this plan is built from my annoying habit of needing everyone to like me. In this case this includes the examiner. So if I do well on the first two sections he/she is thinking "Yeah great, this guy knows his stuff, can't wait to see what he's written on the media language section." So I begin writing a fairly ambiguous intro that could be applied to anything "Media Language is especially associated with my story because of my content etc." and then I fake having run out of time. Examiner still thinks I'm clever, just a bit slow on the wrting, and I don't have to show them my lack of knowledge, problem solved.
Now sadly this did involve me sitting in the exam room for about 20 minutes doing nothing but I was able to observe the world around me. I could faintly make out the two invigilators game of hangman as they held it before the bright window.
I could see that the two people in front of me had written only half a page more, putting my mind at ease. Lastly was the sound of drilling from downstairs (Who honestly decides that during the exam period is the best time to put up that picture of the college as it is absolutely essential?!) although at first it just sounded like an exceptionally loud phone vibrating which put everyone into a state of shock causing people to check their pockets for the 34th time that day. Either way none of this compares to the fact that I avoided getting rained on, on the way home.
Lastly I would just like to mention the loss that I suffered yesterday. Loss is all something that we have to cope with and I just hope for your sakes that this never happens to you but yesterday Friday 15th of June 2012, at at around 1pm. My chair broke.
Now this was no ordinary chair. It was black, spinny, went up and down and leant back. Just a fluffy white cat and I could have had mind battle with Sean Connery. I had had this chair in the family for about 3 years. I had grown seriously attached to it but we all know that you only start naming furniture after you have had it 5 years...right? No-one expected it, it was completely out the blue. I was just sitting there and the back snapped off, so I was left with a padded stool for which I refused to suffer the indignation of.
Now anyway I have this old red one that feels about 90 years old, and yes it spins but it doesn't lean, and it really hurts my back sitting in the correct posture all day. It has to be bad for you...
Anyway this chair I woud compare to what I imagine a nerdy one night stand is for a girl. I mean he's eager that's for sure and he does get the job done but he only tries hard because he is mainly just grateful for the attention, he is skinny and uncomfortable, and it's awkward later on when you get back-ache.
The point is I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to last before my parents walk in and find me curled up on the floor in the foetal position with my laptop on its side and me begging for mercy and lumbar support!
Not to mention that the colour totally clashes with my walls (Insert Lawrence Llewelyn Bowen voice).
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