Exams: They are a thing.
They are a thing that I am now over and done with. Well, for a few weeks at least.
At the moment there are no exams, as far as I am aware, but there are other things that need to be addressed now that exams are over, such as photography opportunities and gigs and a whole bunch of other stuff that I could probably list off in a long, dull fashion. At least it would be quick.
So I went into that exam for oceanography and had a jolly good time of it. It was tough, but there was no challenge that I couldn’t overcome. There was sweat, there were tears, and there was a lot of thinking, but it certainly was not the hardest thing I’ve done.
I sat there, I did my exam and I walked out of the exam room once finished. I walked out stronger than I had ever been. There was no stopping me. I was invincible and that was the long and short of the situation.
Of course, that is not at all what happened. How it all went down was significantly different to how I described.
Actually, now that I think about it, it wasn’t that different at all.
So I went into the exam and then forgot some things and slowly struggled my way through trying to answer everything that I could.
I realised that there were a number of things that I answered incorrectly, so here’s hoping that I pass.
Hopes not high, but I am comfortable enough to not be overly concerned with my performance.
I guess that that is both a good and a bad thing. Good in that I’m not stressed over it, but bad in that I should be looking for ways to improve, or something. I don’t know.
What I do know is that the day after I was rather tired. I was tired in a way that I haven’t been tired after an exam before the oceanography one. Thus, I had to call in sick and rest for the day. It was a loss of money, but on the plus side I got to separate a bunch of strawberry plants so that they were now in five pots rather than one.
It was a mighty achievement, re-potting those strawberries. I was concerned about destroying the root system, but somehow I managed to not; as such, I may end up with more strawberries than I can eat.
I consider that a small victory in a week of struggle, although it hasn’t been that much of a struggle, now that I think about it.
I guess the message I’m trying to get across here is… well, there’s no message at all. There’s nothing to get across, so on the plus side I’m remaining somewhat-consistent with how I’ve been going for the past few months.
So, there you go. Some stuff, and then some lack of stuff. Then also the stuff about stuff.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:46:08
Still tired, so I’m sure you’ll forgive the rambling.
Written at work.