My Not So Interesting Life

Yes, I've gone mental, the exams have BROKEN me.

I'm just not going to talk about Economics except, it was fun getting to tear across the perforated lines (yes, our paper is so big that they perforate the lines so you can tear it up into "manageable sizes")

I got to pretend to be an economist. But i sucked.

Moving on, leaving the Economics Posse and joining the GENERAL STUDIES CREW.

I did my only revision in the gap between the exams. My favourite type. Last minute.com!

But yes, our General Studies was HARD but surprisingly we all came out with smiles on our faces. There was only like 6 of us and they put us in the HARDING HALL. It was actually so quiet lolol

Oh - and thumping your chest DOES echo
Me: "*thump*"
Emma: "*thump thump*"
SarahMac: "*thump thump thump*"

haha the invigilators loved us... :/

Now, for those of you readers who REMEMBER the BEEZY incident - as a Crew, we decided to fit the word "Beezy" and related spellings into our exams as much as possible.

So we had
"GIVE AN EXAMPLE OF ARGUMENT THROUGH AUTHORITY"
Arguing from authority is aserting the statement of someone of knowledge
Ie. Beezy said this, so it must be true because Beezy is the Chief of Police and BEezy would never lie.

And, in a sentence just randomly - the cause for this Beezy horrendous decision was...

Snaps to EmmAl who managed to slip in something like: "It was not beezy beazee beesie hard to imagine that.."

Oh, and at the beginning of the exam, Sarah Mac didn't know whether we were allowed to start or not, so TURNED AROUND IN HER SEAT to face me. I nodded - BREAKING EXAM CONDITIONS OMFG!!!111!!!!!!!!

And as ever, i answered the question with my GCSE Music knowledge of the development of the blues. Which is nothing. Here's a hint as to how it went.

Dom says:
wrote loads about space ships in my essay
Dom says:
i made up loads of facts
Zoe says:
I wrote about slavery
Zoe says:
i also made up lots of facts
Dom says:
sweet
Zoe says:
apparently, according to me
Zoe says:
the slaves invented the xylophone

Well, i found some connection between them and a xylophone and my pen COULDN'T HELP talking more!

Oh, and i decided to cause some disturbance in the middle of our second one. I decided that my table was ACTUALLY wonky so i raised my hand.

And waited.

And waited.

So i decided to wave it around. AND AROUND!
The old lady comes over
And i carried on waving it (kinda bored, y'know what it does to you?!)
She probably thought i was retarded.

I asked for a wedge.
"A whaaat?" she replied in a really loud WHISPER
"A WEDGE"
"You want paper love?"
"Please can i have a WEDGE. A WEDGGGE" (still WHISPERing)

I then had a really idiotic idea to try and make the shape of it with my hands.

But then realised, it's REALLY HARD to make a wedge shape with your fingers..

She brought me a wedge. I carried on.

Everything was ok.


We have also decided that General Studies requires you to pretend to be a chav who has never seen the ballet and thinks art is for pansies. They hit you with questions like "Should ART be funded? How would YOU choose art for YOUR museum?"

Today we had "Why do more men live with their parents than women?"
I had an urge to write "BECAUSE THEY CAN'T WASH THEIR SOCKS"

But i need those marks. I will die if i fail General Studies.

So i left it to the last dying minutes before forcing myself to scribble something about women having to leave home to start families... in the house of their husband...staying at their home... cleaning... conforming... *dies*

I bet it's something really obvious like... i dunno.

Ace.

Roll on Wednesday - it's TWO ESSAYS on two subjects that we choose. Who's up for slipping "Mrs Stott's son's a bad boy" into it?